#Dr Robby x ofc

[bertoltblecht]

On Call - Four

Characters - Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x OFC , Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Frank Langdon, Dana Evans, Jack Abbot

Summary - Rose Reilly is a surgical resident specializing in trauma medicine under Drs Robinavitch and Abbot. A series of scenes involving Robby and Rose.

Word count: 2168

Rated: Mature

Tags: Angst, Mutual Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Tension, Very Light Suicidal Ideation, Sex, Mutual Pining

A/N: The word count on these keeps creeping up! Tumblr and Ao3 are now all caught up. I'm working on Five now, it's even longer than this one alreaaaaaaady. Enjoy!

In spite of how busy the shift had been, the mood on the floor of the Pitt was pretty light. There were two attendings overlapping in schedule for a few hours and things were running almost suspiciously smoothly. 

Rose hadn’t noticed the time at all. Earlier on in the day she’d thought about setting an alarm to remind her to stop picking up new cases because she was determined to leave at the correct time tonight. Then there had been a double hip dislocation and her eyes had lit up when Robby asked if she wanted to help him reduce. The sooner they got the joints back in place, the less likely there would be permanent damage. 

When her friend Ben approached the nurses station to ask for her, Abbot’s ears perked up. “You’re asking for Dr. Reilly?” His voice sparkled with curiosity. She’d been there over a year, he’d worked hundreds of shifts alongside her, and he didn’t think anyone had ever come by asking for her. At least, no one who wasn’t clearly a patient. But he’d also called her Rosie. 

“Yeah, sorry, I forget that she’s a whole doctor.” The man chuckled and shrugged, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He was a stocky dude and sounded like he was from around Pittsburgh. “Is she around?” 

As both men took a glance around for Rose, they found her half-standing on a gurney as she helped adjust sheets around a man’s hips, pulling them up into position and nodding to Dr. Robby. “You got it? You sure?” he asked, giving everything a quick once over. 

“Yes, I’ve been doing Pilates, Jessica is going to be so proud of my form.” Rose grinned at him. 

“Jesus, what the fuck, how did that even happen?” The muttered expletive made Abbot chuckle and he turned back to introduce himself to the man, whose face was rapidly draining of color. “Jack Abbot, one of the attendings here in the Pitt and a coworker of Dr. Reilly.” 

It took a moment for Ben to look away but as soon as Rose nodded to Robby and a resounding set of snap pops echoed, his eyes quickly went back to the older man. “Ben, uh, old friend of Rosie’s, we’re getting drinks and maybe dinner.” 

“Old friend? Like college? High school?” Jack asked casually, leaning his chin in his hand. Someone who knew Rose outside the walls of this building. Fascinating. 

“Junior high actually, we grew up in the same town, a bit north of here.” Ben said, glancing over again as the other doctor offered Rose a hand to step down. Her eyes caught Ben’s and went wide. “Oh shit,” she muttered under her breath, drawing Robby’s attention.

Ben was watching Rose but Jack was watching his friend who took a series of looks between the two parties and grew stone-faced. Rose didn’t have time to notice the change in demeanor though, as she power walked over to intervene. “Ben, so sorry. I just need ten minutes to get changed and grab my stuff. You don’t need to hang out here though, I can meet you out front.” There was a nervous lift to Dr. Reilly’s voice that Abbot had never heard before. 

“Don’t be silly, I have about a thousand questions for someone who knew what you were like as a teenager.” Abbot beamed at his resident who narrowed her eyes at him. 

“You don’t get to ask any questions, and he’s not permitted to answer anything.” The overly joking tone and pleasant grin Rose settled on conveyed just an edge of threat.

“Permitted, huh?” Ben’s low laugh did little to hide his casual disdain at needing her permission, but he shrugged and smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll just ask him about how you are now while I wait.” 

Rose pretended to groan as she signed her last chart and tossed her pen at Abbot. “Don’t betray me.” She struck a serious tone, pointing at him as she headed to the locker room. 

Jack caught the projectile pen and turned back to Ben. “Has she always been that violent?” he deadpanned, making both of them chuckle. 

For the next ten minutes, standing at his workstation, Robby half-prayed for incoming trauma. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but Jack and Rose’s friend weren’t being very quiet. Ben was not in fact asking anything about Dr. Reilly or her work, he and Abbot seemed to be bonding over a shared teenaged past hanging out in the woods. 

“Yeah, we used to go out at night by this creek and drink beers and get high. And there was a night that one of her brothers had some magic mushrooms and man, I barely remember, but Rosie just flipped out. I mean she absolutely lost it. She walked six hours through the woods home and didn’t talk for two days.” Ben laughed, shaking his head. “From then on, she didn’t wanna partake anymore obviously so we used to call her Rosie the Owl because she’d just climb a tree and watch and make sure no one got hurt or nothing.” He was still chuckling to himself as the jovial smile on Abbot’s face turned more cordial and he spared a glance over at Robby who had stopped typing somewhat abruptly. 

“Woof, you’ve definitely gotta be careful with all that,” Jack lamented, shaking his head and sharing a look with the other attending. Over Ben’s shoulder, Rose emerged from the hall. She had bothered with something more than athleisure wear for no other reason than wanting someone from the Before Times to see her looking well. She certainly looked well, but an abrupt code from the curtain behind her pulled everyone’s attention as Abbot and Robby rushed past them. 

“Have a nice date - or sorry - drinks and dinner, Dr. Reilly!” Abbot smirked at her, pulling on a pair of gloves. There wasn’t anyone to notice Robby biting his cheek hard as he pushed away any emotions he might have had about those words hitting his brain - he needed to lock in again. 

Heat rushed to Rose’s face and left her wanting to throw something else at the senior attending. Instead, she forced her gaze to Ben and offered a smile. “Let’s get out of here or I’ll get pulled into something and we’ll never leave.” 

He took her bag and slung it over his shoulder. “I’m parked out at a meter.” 

When he turned to the exit, Dr. Robby was already in the middle of a trache which momentarily captivated both Ben and Rose for deeply different reasons. A noise erupted from Ben indicating he was moments from making a very annoying mess, so Rose pushed him toward the trash by the nurse’s station where he quickly deposited what remained of his lunch. She held in a groan and tapped him awkwardly on the back. Robby handed off the stabilizing patient to another resident as Jack jokingly offered him a fist bump. 

Her eyes met Robby’s and she watched his gaze find Ben recovering from puking, his eyes crinkling as he held back a grin. Rose bowed dramatically and waved at both attendings as she ushered her childhood friend out the door. 

It was just going to be drinks. If that. 

Sitting across from Ben at a high top, her third beer in front of her, Rose found her mind wandering away from the update Ben was giving on his sisters. A wedding coming up… twins… tiny home on his uncle’s farm. She shouldn’t be sitting there wishing she were at work, that was sick. Was it better to think of it as her wanting to be around people who liked her? Knew her? Saw her skills? Robby, sure, but even Abbot, Dana, Frank, Samira. Sometimes she only felt like a person when she was in the Pitt. 

“Rosie?” Ben raised an eyebrow at her. Who even knew how long ago his sentence had ended? “Gone again.” He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I’m going to head out actually. See if I can catch some buddies to watch the end of the hockey game.” 

Rose softened her expression into an easy smile. “Sorry, long day. A lot of what you saw before we left.” She apologized but couldn’t be happier he was going to leave. “Have a good night. Send everyone my love, I’ll be home next month for Danny’s wedding and I’ll see ya at that.” 

Ben tossed twenty bucks on the table and left the bar with just another nod. 

Rose ordered fries. 

While waiting for them, her hands itched until she eventually opened her text thread with Robby. It consisted largely of short updates about breaks starting and ending, occasional hand-off notes, group order requests (black coffee, cheese pizza, a turkey on rye with mustard), and a few rare call-out texts. 

Rose: you hear about the emergency chest wall stabilization in the ct room today?

With the message typed out, she took a deep breath and shook her head. This was stupid, they didn’t text about work that way. She put her phone away, forcing herself to enjoy the end of her beer and her fries without the temptation.

Later on though, as she sat in bed with the buzz of the beers gone and only a dry headache behind her eyes remaining, Rose opened the thread again and hit send before she could talk herself out of it. 

It took a few minutes but the typing dots popped up faster than she was expecting and the reply came back a minute or so later. 

Robby: jack mentioned it tonight actually. said you did great work thinking on your feet. 

Rose: it was very thrilling it took the cake even in a day that also included reducing both that dude’s hips 

Robby: good work on that too i’m sure jessica will be very glad to hear that pilates is working or something to that effect

Rose: she’s going to love that story actually

There had been a rush of surprise and anxiety in spite of himself when Robby saw Rose’s name on his phone while climbing into bed. She was supposed to be otherwise occupied. What could she need? The prickle of anxiety didn’t leave when the text was about work, but he was at least relieved it wasn’t some immediate emergency. 

By the third reply, he was just confused. Robby had been very ready for bed after dozing off on the couch, but now he was wide awake. He stared at his phone. That could be the end of the conversation. He could leave it there and not satisfy his curiosity. Maybe she was just looking for some positive feedback after a long day? That wasn’t really Rose though. In spite of himself, Robby caved about ten minutes later. 

Robby: thought you were on a date tonight

Rose: so did he

Robby: ouch were you that nice about it to him? 

Rose: i tried 

Why was he having to pull teeth? She was texting like his fucking dad now.

Rubbing a frustrated hand over his face, Robby groaned alone in the dark. “Fuck it.” He muttered and texted again. 

Robby: so why’d you text?

Rose: i don’t know… i’m sorry 

He definitely wasn’t half holding his breath as she started typing again.  

Rose: i had one of those rare especially cool days and i guess didn’t get to talk about it really

Robby: i imagine he wasn’t up for details after how he reacted to what he saw for himself 

Rose: nope he talked through a couple drinks and went on his way

Robby thought back to the story he’d unwittingly overheard her friend tell Jack. The indignant part of him had felt a rush of injustice on behalf of the younger version of Rose in the woods. Ben’s mirthful recollection of the events betrayed a lack of respect for her that made Robby more annoyed than he would like to admit. He had no right to feel anything on her behalf. Especially not about something so stupid and far in the past as a teenaged anecdote and a nickname - who knew how she felt about it now anyway? None of it was any of his damn business.  

Robby: i hope you at least got dinner out of it 

Rose: giant basket of fries that i did end up paying for myself but what can ya do? can’t bat a thousand for the day

Rose: thx for texting back 

Rose: have a good night 

Rose: i’ll see you tomorrow

A heavy sigh relaxed his shoulders, and he shook his head as he chuckled to himself.

Robby: goodnite see you tomorrow

Robby plugged his phone in to charge and rolled over onto his pillow. Rose had never been here in this space with him, they never came to his place, but he felt like she was lingering there with him. Just over there in the darkness by the phone.

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[kilojulietsierra]

Send Me An Angel (Dr Jack Abbot x NurseWife!OFC)

Summary: The darkness didn't just go away because he was home, especially after a night like that, but it did start to feel a little less heavy. Eventually.

TW: 18+ content, canon typical content warnings apply, mentions of suicide and characters making light of suicide because that just how they deal, some smut, established relationship, age gap but barely mentioned (yet) , dark thoughts, angst, some fluff, nobody you love dies ... barely proofread or edited. Y'all I came out of fanfic retirement for this grumpy asshole because I love him (and Robby) so be gentle

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7:40am

Jack opened the door between the house and garage and immediately smelled breakfast cooking. He dropped his backpack by the washer and dryer and stripped his shirt off over his head. "Babe!" He dug through his bag for his scrub top and kicked out of his shoes. "I'm home!" He pulled his ID badge off his pocket, slipped his silicone wedding band back on, then took out his extra pen light, three pens he didn't remember taking and the knife out of his other poket before he dropped his pants, pulled off his socks and shoved the whole pile into the hamper labeled 'work' before he picked up his bag and headed inside.

"Clean up and come eat!" She called back from the kitchen.

"Yes ma'am!" He walked down the short hall and ducked through a door to the master bedroom. He dumped his bag on the floor by the closet and went straight for the shower where he spun the knob as hot as it would go. By the time he stepped out of his boxer briefs and stared at himself in the mirror for a minute steam was rolling over the doors.

The water burned but he didn't touch the knob. For a long moment he didn't move, just let the water run over his head while he held his breath as long as he could. Once his head began to swim, his pulse pounding in his ears and his chest tight he stepped back and took a deep breath. The darkness didn't just go away because he was home, especially after a night like that, but it did start to feel a little less heavy. Eventually.

Once he scrubbed himself clean he put on a pair of sweats and a shirt to head out to the kitchen, which smelled like biscuits and homemade gravy. Sam was in front of the stove barefoot, in a pair of what must have been very short, shorts hiding under a baggy ARMY t-shirt he was pretty sure was his. She must have actually got off work on time.

He walked up behind her to wrap his arms around her, "Hey baby" Jack kissed the side of her neck and buried his face in her still damp hair so be could breathe in the smell of her eucalyptus shampoo and antibactial soap.

Her response was cut and dry as she stirred the contents of the pan, "Robby called."

"God damn it" He dropped his forehead down to her shoulder.

"Don't be mad, he's your best friend."

"Not right now he's not." Jack looked up and turned to lean his temple against the back of her head.

"You realize if you deep throat your pistol or yeet yourself off a building I don't get your benefits right?" She still hadn't looked at him.

"Yeet?"

She scoffed, "Avoidance. Nice. Yes, yeet, just a friendly reminder that I am, technically, younger than you and I could remarry if I had to."

He stroked over her ribcage, the material of the shirt well worn and smooth against the rough pad of his thumb. He kissed the crown of her head, "Do it for the money this time."

His wife leaned back into him with an annoyed sigh, "Please don't make me get married again, Jack."

After a long, deep breath Jack pressed another kiss to the back of her head, "I won't." A kiss to the side of her neck, longer and lingering this time. "You're makin' biscuits and gravy."

Finally, she turned around to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Thought it might make you feel a little better." On her tip toes she pressed her lips to his once, and then a second time.

Jack hummed appreciatively as he kissed her back. He let his grip loosen on her enough to slide his hands down over her waist and her hips. He coaxed another, longer kiss from her as he moved to slip his hands under her shirt. He pulled up abruptly and groaned into her mouth as he touched bare skin. "You're not wearin' anything under here."

With a smile she nipped at his bottom lip, "Thought it might make you feel a little better."

With something between a chuckle and a groan he pressed his forehead down into hers. He kissed her again, with more intent this time, as he reached over to turn the stove burner off with one hand. He made her giggle as he picked her up by the waist and set her on the counter. His voice was quiet, rough as he spoke, "You're the only thing that could."

Sam let out a long, shaky breath as she pulled him closer and kissed him harder. "Don't ever leave me Jack, not like that."

His only answer was to nod and claim her mouth with his once more and drag her hips tight to his own.

"Promise me." She mumbled against his lips, her fingers tugging at the waisband of his sweats.

"Promise." He moved his kisses to the soft spot at the hinge of her jaw, and then lower, down her neck to her clavicle. When he felt her tremble slightly he smoothed his hands up her thighs and then moaned into the side of her neck as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. The fingers of her other hand were buried in the curls at the back of his neck and for a split second he couldn't imagine a life, or lack there of, without this in it, without her in it.

"Jack…" Sam's voice was breathy as she tugged at those curls, drawing him back to the present moment.

He moved back to kiss her, "I'm right here baby," Jack swept his tongue through her mouth and tugged her impossibly closer, "I'm right here." His hand pulled hers away from him, even that brief touch, the couple of minutes he'd had her in his arms, and he was already hard as a rock. As her hands moved to tug and pull at his tshirt he actually cracked a smirk, just a twitch of his lips as more of the darkness slipped away. Jack did as she wanted and stripped his shirt off before he went back to shove his sweats down just low enough to pull himself free. "Ready?" He asked the question with his lips against her ear and she shivered and nodded into his shoulder.

All the years they'd been together, the thousands of times they'd fucked, made love, fooled around, and every fucking time he slid his cock home it knocked the fucking air out of his chest. Her pussy was tight, hot and wet, already quivering around him and he finally felt alive again. Sam wrapped her legs around him tight, locked him in place and he grinned.

"God you feel so good, always feels so good." Her words snapped him out of his head again and sent a jolt straight to the base of his spine.

Suddenly alive, happy even, Jack reached to take her face in his hands and tip her up to look at him as he began to move. One slow thrust after another he kept his brown eyes locked on hers so bright and sunny, even after hearing her husband had been standing on the edge of a roof less than an hour ago. She didn't look away from him, not until his hips were snapping into hers hard enough for her eyes to roll back in there head. Her mouth open, filthy sounds falling from her lips as her fingers clutched at his forearms. "Look at me."

Her eyes flew open, bright but unfocused, and she held his gaze once again.

"Good girl," He let her see him smile this time, really smiled for the first time since he got home, and then he kissed her. Deep and sloppy and he hoped it showed her he was okay. Her legs tightened around his hips and her hands began to scramble over his arms, shoulders, his back. Still with that same smile he fucked her harder, dropped one hand down to the small of her back to hold her tight. "Go ahead, go ahead baby. I'm right here, I'm right here." The position pressed her against him just right and the sensation of her clit rubbing against him and the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot deep in side her made her gasp.

"Oh shi…God, Jack, shit!" and then every muscle in her long, lean little body seized tight and her nails dug into the back of his neck. The little bit of pain and the sensation of her falling apart around him dragged him over the edge. That falling sensation he had craved with every bone in his body finally coming to a realization. Except at the bottom of this fall, the cold hard ground was replaced by the feel of his wife's lips against his neck, her fingers twisting and toying with his curls still damp from the shower, and her happy little moan as her body relaxed against him.

He couldn't look at her just yet, so he pressed his face to the crown of her head and breathed her in as he wrapped her up tight. He couldn't pull away from her, not yet, and he hummed appreciatively as he felt her arms and legs wrap tighter around him. Jack didn't really think about how long they had stayed there, his dick going soft inside her, the mess they made. Eventually he sniffed and breathed in deep and whispered, "I love you."

Samantha, the love of his life, smiled against his neck and pressed a kiss against his slowing pulse, "Love you too."

The ding of the oven timer startled them both and after a second they broke into soft chuckles. Jack stood up straight and dropped his head back between his shoulder blades, the darkness gone, grumbling as Sam's teeth nipped over his corotid. "Biscuits are gonna burn if you don't let me go."

He grumbled again, face back in it's normal scowl, "Only 'cause I'm starving." He bent down to kiss her a final time before he finally, slowly, stepped away from her. One hand still on her thigh as he reached for a paper towel to clean up the mess they'd made so they could eat breakfast and go to bed.

5:43pm

When he woke up later that afternoon Samantha was still sound asleep beside him, her back to him, bare because they'd gone to bed after breakfast and made love, softer a slower than in the kitchen that morning. He turned onto his back to look at the alarm clock. He could go ahead and get up.

"Go back to sleep." Her voice was soft and raspy, barely awake, like she was trying to fight it.

Jack smirked to himself as he twisted back to kiss the back of her head before he slipped out of bed for the bathroom. He'd never slept well, even before the Army, before Afghanistan and Iraq, even before med school or the switch to nightshifts. On his way back from taking a leak he stopped by the dresser and flipped the switch on the scanner. He'd go back to bed, because she was there, but he doubted he'd sleep. He would have to get up soon anyway. At first there was silence, then the radio chatter picked up.

Back in bed his wife grumbled and pulled the blanket up tighter as she turned towards him. "Sleep okay?"

Jack stretched, arms over his head, and grimaced as his bad shoulder popped, "Slept fine." He laid one arm out and she immediately moved to his side and tucked herself in, twisting her head so she could press a kiss to the scar under his clavicle. "Close your eyes," He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Go back to sleep." She didn't have to work tonight and he didn't want to ruin her night off. His own eyes slipped closed as he stroked his fingers up and down her arm. He focused on each of her breaths as they ghosted over his chest while he listened to the static and clicks as mics were keyed on and off, officers called in traffic stops, dispatch relayed reports from callers.

When he'd come back from his last deployment and they were finally able to live together longer than a few months at a time, Jack had been shocked how quiet everything was. Even in base housing, there was silence. Sam told him him he'd acclimate, he'd get used to it. She said she listened to podcasts, audiobooks, something to drown out the silence. No jets or C130s screaming ovehead and howling on the tarmac, no chop from blackhawks or chinooks at all hours of the night, no yelling, fighting or roughhousing on the other side of plywood walls.

He hadn't acclimated.

Audiobooks didn't help, he'd lay awake all night because he needed to know how it ended. Podcasts just annoyed him, even the true crime ones she seemed to favor and somehow was able to fall asleep to within the first ten minutes. It wasn't until they'd moved off base that she'd thought of it while they unpacked the den. Sam had pulled out the radio and charging dock, the one they had 'just in case', turning the knob to see if it still worked and it had. So, they'd listened as they unpacked. "Maybe this would help you sleep." She'd been right.

For a moment, with the radio chatter, the blackout curtains and her pressed close against him he thought he might fall back asleep.

A series of chirps followed by long, highpitched tone sounded through the room followed by, "Shots fired, shots fired! All units…" the unmistakable sounds of rifle rounds popped and crackled over the speaker, "Shots fired!" Screaming, distant and garbled. Louder pops, closer, the officers handgun as it rang out. He or a partner maybe as they returned fire. Bang, bang, pause, bang,bang, "We need units now, we have an active shooter at Pitt…" The thirty second emergency call cut short and then the radio chatter exploded with answering officers and dispatchers.

Jack had sat up straight, Sam did the same beside him. Together they listened. Sam combed one hand through her hair as they waited.

Pittfest.

"Jesus," Sam looked at her husband, "That'll go to you guys."

Jack was already out of bed and pulling on underwear, before Sam could finish her sentence.

Less than 10 minutes later Sam met him at the garage door wearing just a hoodie and holding a shaker bottle. "Take this." She shoved it at him as he grabbed his truck keys. "And call me. Anything, just call me."

Jack ignored the protein shake for the moment instead sinking his free hand into her mess of dirty blonde hair and pulling her into him for a kiss. When they finally pulled apart he looked her dead in the eyes. "I love you."

She didn't blink, didn't breath as she pressed a hand over the center of his chest, over his steady beating heart. "I love you."

Then he grabbed the protein shake, gave her one last kiss and climbed into his truck.

6:11pm

Jack wouldn't ever say it out loud, except maybe to Sam, but he lived for this. This, the blood, the gore, the fear and the chaos, the critical thinking all of it, this is what he'd been put to do. This was easy, this was routine. He felt alive.

"Where's Collins?"

"I need a chest tube!"

"How the hell are we out of chest tubes!"

"O pos! I need a bag of O pos over here!

"I need help with an airway!"

"Someone get me more O Neg!"

Robby appeared at his side as they worked together the slow the blood pouring out of an adomen. "Depot is running low."

Jack spared a quick glance around him, "Where are we on resupply?"

"Gloria says she's working on it."

"How long?"

Robby laughed in that self-deprecating way ER doctors specialize in, "Your guess is as good as mine. She says she's working on it."

"Fuck that." Jack mumbled as he stood up straight, "Bag him." He ripped his gloves off and dug his phone out of his pocket. God bless FirstNet, he had signal and when he hit send the call went through. "Yeah, I'm fine. Need a favor."

6:32pm

The Ambulance bay doors hissed open. Robby looked up, "Ohhh, you are the prettiest thing i've seen all day!"

Jack glanced to the side, "Back off Robinavitch, I saw her first."

Sam dodged gurneys as she approached. A duffle bag in each hand and a backpack. "I come bearing gifts!" She made a beeline for the nurses station and Dana.

"Sweetie, please tell me you didn't just pick the worst possible time for a visit?" Dana met her arms wide open.

The duffle bags dropped on the counter with a thud and Sam shrugged out of her backpack so she could return Dana's hug. "Courtesy of Pittsburg VA Medical Center." Sam unzipped one bag and then the other, "I've got chest tubes, I've got cath tubes, some of this tubing I'm not even sure what the fuck it's for, and as many bags and adapters as I could take. i've got CAT tourniquets, SOF turniquests, some surgical turniquets, hemostatic dressings, suture kits, a shit ton of gauze and tape. There's chest seals in that one and abdominal trauma kits if shit gets real western," She turned to Dana as she whipped her long ponytail up into a quick and well practiced bun, "and this," she dug in the pocket of her scrub pants and handed over a piece of paper, "Is a list of people ready and waiting to come if you need them."

For a second it looked like Dana might cry as she glanced down at the list of names and phone numbers written in all different handwriting, mismatched inks, marker, pencil. It looked like they'd all used whatever they had handy at the time. She looked up at Sam and smiled, "You're an angel. Have I told you lately that I love you?" She wrapped her up in another hug.

"Yes, but it never gets old." Sam squeezed her back. "Now, I slammed a Monster on the way here so put me to work."

Dana smiled, "Put those in behavioral, that's supply, then gown up and pick a body." she paused, "i'm glad you're here."

On her way by her husband he called out to Dana, "Tap her, she's O-Neg!"

Sam gave him a look, "What, am I just a blood bank to you?" She gave Robby a wink as she passed him.

Jack called after her, "Love you."

"You better!"

Jack and Robby exchanged a look over a patient, "She's still pissed about this morning. Thanks for that by the way."

"What are best friends for?"

With a scoff Jack stood up, "This one can go up. Bring me another red!" then turned back to Robby, "I don't have a best friend."

Robby laughed and got back to work.

Jack took a deep breath, stole a glance at his wife already helping Samira place an airway on a gunshot victim, and nodded to himself. He remembered why now. He remembered why he kept coming back. For the time being anyway.

3:58 am

The only reason Jack didn't jump, flinch or even move when he felt a hand rest on the back of his head was because he'd recognize that touch anywhere. He groaned, but did not look up from where he sat with his elbows braced on his knees and his head hanging low. Her fingers carded through his curls and she scratched her nails over his scalp in the way that he loved so fucking much. Blindly, with one hand, he grabbed the back of her knee and tugged her closer so he could rest his forehead against her stomach.

Long minutes passed while she played with his hair and he didn't realize the death grip he still had on the back of her leg until his fingers began to cramp. Jack relaxed his hold on her, but didn't let her go. DIdn't want to risk her stopping or stepping away.

"You want some of my coffee?" Her voice was so gentle, but loud in the darkness.

His gaze fell on her shoes, smeared with blood. He sat up straighter, tipped his head back to look at her. "Sure."

She handed him the cup of shitty, hospital coffee and he sipped it. Black. She must be exhausted.

"Hey," she moved her hand down to the back of his neck but continued to scratch her nails over his skin. When he met her gaze, she gave him a soft smile, "Think you should go check on Robby."

He took another sip of her coffee and rubbed his hand up and down the back ofher thigh, trying to ignore the feel of the dried, caked blood, "Where is he?"

Her pretty green eyes blinked and she nodded, fighting back tears. "GIve you one guess."

~The End ~

Hope y'all enjoyed. I love these two and have some back story that might see daylight soon so keep an eye out for that.

Also, if you saw the poll I posted yesterday you'll know that I have a second story idea that I'm working on that more focused on Jack and Robby and their not friends friendship, Sam Abbot features heavily in that one and spoiler, she has a cute nurse friend (reader) that she wants to set Robby up with!

[gender-snatched]

My transmasc headcanons!

Connor Murphy, ofc

J.D.

Whizzer from the Falsettos series of musicals

Spencer Reid

Beck Oliver + Robbie + Schowitz from Victorious

Every single fairy from Fairly Odd Parents is trans, so all the boy fairies are transmasc. I have proof for this.

I've never watched the show but Danny Phantom

Professor Sycamore from Pokémon X&Y

Beau Swan

Dr. Doofensmirtz

Luca, Alberto and the uncle from Luca

Luka Couffaine

L from Death Note but specifically in a demiboy way

I can't explain it but I feel like someone in The Godfather has to be transmasc, but idk who.

The pirates from the Montague Siblings book series are all transmasc gay bears

Gabe from Good Luck Charlie

You are so correct as always

[suitofvibraniumarmor]

Boston Boys [Part Nineteen]

Summary: Chris and Aurelie take a stand against Downey and Scarlett.  Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1692 Chapter Warnings: Angst, language, physical violence, discussion of criminal activity, pregnancy, gun violence.  A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

The rest of this fic gets relatively heavy, my friends – this chapter and the two after it. I’m trying to warn as best I can without giving anything away. If you at any point find yourself uncomfortable finishing it, please just don’t finish it. I’m happy to give you the highlights if you want to DM me instead of reading any chapter!

Boston Boys Masterlist

She could hear voices, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying; her hearing aid had been taken and her processor knocked from her head. Her vision was blurred and her body hurt from head to toe. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, she tried to figure out a way out of this, but her jumbled mind couldn’t manage a coherent thought pattern.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when cool, thin fingers lifted her chin. A familiar face grinned down at her and held up a phone.

“Don’t worry,” the voice said, close enough to her right ear for her to understand the words, “your brother was already on his way here. I have no doubts that he’ll be anxious to save his precious sister. You know, sometimes I wonder if he isn’t in love with you himself.”

Aurelie coughed; she tasted blood. The fingers gripped her chin hard before shoving her face away. Darkness slipped in and out again and silence reigned.

Downey’s place was quiet and dark when Chris approached. Working his way in here wasn’t going to be nearly as easy as it had been to break into Scarlett’s place undetected. Ringing the doorbell was not an option.

Going around to the back of the sizeable house, Chris found a window that he could reach and remove the screen from easily. Using skills he had learned when he was very young, Chris jimmied the locked window open and crawled inside. He kept his footsteps soft and stayed alert -- his doubts were high that Scarlett had kept his visit to herself. Of course, he had planned it that way.

The house was mostly dark, but there was a light coming from under the basement door. The sounds of a baseball game floated up the staircase. With a deep breath and renewed determination to end the way things had been going, Chris slowly and silently opened the door and made his way down the steps.

The television was on, two beers were open on the table, but no one was in sight. Moans and groans from one of the rooms in the basement gave away his target’s location. Chris pulled his gun, clicked off the safety, and kept his weapon at the ready. Licking his lips, he pushed open the door to the room and trained his aim on the one person in the room.

“Aurelie?” Chris lowered his gun before tucking it into his waistband. “Oh my God …”

He rushed to the chair she was tied in; the room was otherwise empty. He removed the gag from her mouth and used the knife that had been sheathed at his ankle to cut the zip tie around her wrists. Once her hands were free, she positioned the processor of her implant in place.

“You have to get out of here,” she breathed, “they’re expecting you. They know you’re coming.”

Chris frowned. “They? You know what, don’t worry about it. We have to get you out of here. My bullshit can wait. I’m sorry, Aurie. This was never supposed to --”

“Never supposed to involve her?”

Still propping Aurelie up against him, Chris turned to the voice behind them. Downey was there, in a crisp, navy blue suit. Scarlett was behind him. He could see the marks on her neck -- marks he had caused. She seemed otherwise unfazed by anything that had gone on that evening.

Downey stepped into the room and continued. “You know, when your father, Chris, wanted Aurelie’s mother, I told him to take what he wanted. To do what he had to do to make it his. I guess that advice stuck a little too well -- he got sloppy there at the end. Got himself caught up in the law … well, we all know how that ended, I suppose.”

Chris pursed his lips. “What’s your point, Downey?”

The older man smirked. “He passed that on to you, didn’t he? Taking what you want. Nevermind that you had already ruined that blonde’s life by taking her hostage. You had to have her in your bed, too. Don’t worry -- Scarlett’s got me caught up to everything. I know all about Aurelie’s fling with Krasinski, too. And about the baby.”

“No,” Aurelie groaned. “The baby has nothing to do with this.”

Downey looked back to Scarlett, who took far too much pleasure in presenting her own gun and training it on the siblings.

Whistling as he entered the ER, John stopped at the triage desk and asked them to page Aurelie. He had a bouquet of flowers in one hand. Whatever love sickness had hit him, John didn’t care. He couldn’t wait until the end of her shift to see her.

The triage nurse hung up the phone and smiled up at him. “Charge nurse says you can go back. Dr. Juneau is with a patient, but she should be out soon.”

John grinned his thank you and meandered over to the doors leading back into the ER. The charge nurse waved and motioned to the room where Aurelie was currently treating a patient, promising that the doctor should be out momentarily.

Ten minutes passed and Aurelie was still a no show. The charge nurse realized John was still waiting and offered to go into the room to check on his fiancee’s status for him. When she came back out, she was wide-eyed.

“They’re gone. Both of them.”

John’s heart dropped to his feet. “Who was the patient?”

“I don’t … it was …”

John took her by the upper arms. “Randi, slow down. The patient, what did the patient look like?”

The nurse took a deep breath. “It was a woman, with red hair. She was -- she was sort of beaten up. She asked for Aurelie by name, wouldn’t let anyone else even touch her. She insisted on Aurelie treating her.”

John had a good idea of who that must have been. “Right. Alert security, okay? They’ll take it from there.”

Randi nodded and went to page the security team. John left the flowers on the counter where they were and rushed out of the hospital. He made one phone call before pulling out of the parking lot, speeding toward Downey’s house.

Chris tucked Aurelie behind him. “She’s right. The baby has nothing to do with this. Aurelie has nothing to do with this. She was dragged into it by my father’s selfishness. She was kept in it by mine. You didn’t need to bring her here since you already knew that I was coming.”

Downey sighed, feigning sadness. “I wish it were that simple, I really do. But, you see, whether Aurelie likes it or not, she’s an Evans by marriage and not only has she agreed to marry a Krasinski, she’s having his child. That’s not how things run, that’s now how I run things. The families stay apart.”

“Why?” Chris asked, narrowing his eyes. “To keep you in your place? Perhaps you’re not quite so high and mighty as the front you put on, huh? If the two families joining are enough of a threat that you have to resort to kidnapping and murder to keep your place, maybe you were never quite so high up as you thought.”

For that, Scarlett stepped forward and used the gun in her hand to hit Chris across the face. He fell to all floors, blood dripping from his mouth. He wiped at it and stood again. He pointed to Aurelie.

“Take all the hits you want on me, but you leave Aurelie out of this. Hell, call John, I’m sure --”

“No!” Aurelie exclaimed. “This is on me. I was the one who came clean to John first, who convinced him we could make this work. Don’t call John. Don’t.”

Scarlett rolled her eyes and stepped toward Chris, putting her gun to his temple. “The tables have certainly turned, old friend. You’re both going to die tonight, so you tell me; do you want to put your sister out of her misery, or do you want to die before you have to see me put a bullet in her head?”

Chris swallowed hard. He held his hands up in surrender as he worked his way to his feet. He tried convincing Downey and Scarlett again that this didn’t have to end in anyone’s death, that something could be worked out.

Aurelie felt as though she might vomit. Between the pain of the hits she had taken and the stress of the situation as a whole, she was overwhelmed. She had to get the both of them out of this, before it went any further. With a surge of courage, she took two long strides toward Chris and pulled the gun from his waistband. She pointed it at Downey. In return, Scarlett kicked Chris behind his knee, sending him back to the ground. She held the gun to his head and ordered Aurelie to lower the gun in her hands.

But the doctor shook her head. “No. This is all because of him. My father died right in front of me. I grew up hiding family secrets and pretending like I knew nothing about the things that Robbie Evans did. I’ve been exiled from the family for years because you taught that man to take what he wanted, and my family believed I was the one who turned him in!”

Downey smirked. “Oh, yeah, no. That was me.”

Angry tears rolled down her cheeks. Aurelie shook her head. She could have screamed she was so angry; this was never what her life was supposed to be. Sirens sounded in the distance, growing louder by the second. The authorities knew what was happening and they were coming to the scene. If she didn’t act now, Downey would smooth talk his way out of things, the way he always did. Her status at MassGen would likely excuse her from any suspicion, but Chris would be locked away, just as his father had been.

“This ends now!” Aurelie yelled.

Seconds later, as police forced their way into Downey’s front door, two gunshots rang out from the basement.

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[lullabieswrappedinlies]

Boston Boys [Part Nineteen]

Summary: Chris and Aurelie take a stand against Downey and Scarlett. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1692 Chapter Warnings: Angst, language, physical violence, discussion of criminal activity, pregnancy, gun violence. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

The rest of this fic gets relatively heavy, my friends – this chapter and the two after it. I’m trying to warn as best I can without giving anything away. If you at any point find yourself uncomfortable finishing it, please just don’t finish it. I’m happy to give you the highlights if you want to DM me instead of reading any chapter!

Boston Boys Masterlist

She could hear voices, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying; her hearing aid had been taken and her processor knocked from her head. Her vision was blurred and her body hurt from head to toe. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, she tried to figure out a way out of this, but her jumbled mind couldn’t manage a coherent thought pattern.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when cool, thin fingers lifted her chin. A familiar face grinned down at her and held up a phone.

“Don’t worry,” the voice said, close enough to her right ear for her to understand the words, “your brother was already on his way here. I have no doubts that he’ll be anxious to save his precious sister. You know, sometimes I wonder if he isn’t in love with you himself.”

Aurelie coughed; she tasted blood. The fingers gripped her chin hard before shoving her face away. Darkness slipped in and out again and silence reigned.

Downey’s place was quiet and dark when Chris approached. Working his way in here wasn’t going to be nearly as easy as it had been to break into Scarlett’s place undetected. Ringing the doorbell was not an option.

Going around to the back of the sizeable house, Chris found a window that he could reach and remove the screen from easily. Using skills he had learned when he was very young, Chris jimmied the locked window open and crawled inside. He kept his footsteps soft and stayed alert -- his doubts were high that Scarlett had kept his visit to herself. Of course, he had planned it that way.

The house was mostly dark, but there was a light coming from under the basement door. The sounds of a baseball game floated up the staircase. With a deep breath and renewed determination to end the way things had been going, Chris slowly and silently opened the door and made his way down the steps.

The television was on, two beers were open on the table, but no one was in sight. Moans and groans from one of the rooms in the basement gave away his target’s location. Chris pulled his gun, clicked off the safety, and kept his weapon at the ready. Licking his lips, he pushed open the door to the room and trained his aim on the one person in the room.

“Aurelie?” Chris lowered his gun before tucking it into his waistband. “Oh my God …”

He rushed to the chair she was tied in; the room was otherwise empty. He removed the gag from her mouth and used the knife that had been sheathed at his ankle to cut the zip tie around her wrists. Once her hands were free, she positioned the processor of her implant in place.

“You have to get out of here,” she breathed, “they’re expecting you. They know you’re coming.”

Chris frowned. “They? You know what, don’t worry about it. We have to get you out of here. My bullshit can wait. I’m sorry, Aurie. This was never supposed to --”

“Never supposed to involve her?”

Still propping Aurelie up against him, Chris turned to the voice behind them. Downey was there, in a crisp, navy blue suit. Scarlett was behind him. He could see the marks on her neck -- marks he had caused. She seemed otherwise unfazed by anything that had gone on that evening.

Downey stepped into the room and continued. “You know, when your father, Chris, wanted Aurelie’s mother, I told him to take what he wanted. To do what he had to do to make it his. I guess that advice stuck a little too well -- he got sloppy there at the end. Got himself caught up in the law … well, we all know how that ended, I suppose.”

Chris pursed his lips. “What’s your point, Downey?”

The older man smirked. “He passed that on to you, didn’t he? Taking what you want. Nevermind that you had already ruined that blonde’s life by taking her hostage. You had to have her in your bed, too. Don’t worry -- Scarlett’s got me caught up to everything. I know all about Aurelie’s fling with Krasinski, too. And about the baby.”

“No,” Aurelie groaned. “The baby has nothing to do with this.”

Downey looked back to Scarlett, who took far too much pleasure in presenting her own gun and training it on the siblings.

Whistling as he entered the ER, John stopped at the triage desk and asked them to page Aurelie. He had a bouquet of flowers in one hand. Whatever love sickness had hit him, John didn’t care. He couldn’t wait until the end of her shift to see her.

The triage nurse hung up the phone and smiled up at him. “Charge nurse says you can go back. Dr. Juneau is with a patient, but she should be out soon.”

John grinned his thank you and meandered over to the doors leading back into the ER. The charge nurse waved and motioned to the room where Aurelie was currently treating a patient, promising that the doctor should be out momentarily.

Ten minutes passed and Aurelie was still a no show. The charge nurse realized John was still waiting and offered to go into the room to check on his fiancee’s status for him. When she came back out, she was wide-eyed.

“They’re gone. Both of them.”

John’s heart dropped to his feet. “Who was the patient?”

“I don’t … it was …”

John took her by the upper arms. “Randi, slow down. The patient, what did the patient look like?”

The nurse took a deep breath. “It was a woman, with red hair. She was -- she was sort of beaten up. She asked for Aurelie by name, wouldn’t let anyone else even touch her. She insisted on Aurelie treating her.”

John had a good idea of who that must have been. “Right. Alert security, okay? They’ll take it from there.”

Randi nodded and went to page the security team. John left the flowers on the counter where they were and rushed out of the hospital. He made one phone call before pulling out of the parking lot, speeding toward Downey’s house.

Chris tucked Aurelie behind him. “She’s right. The baby has nothing to do with this. Aurelie has nothing to do with this. She was dragged into it by my father’s selfishness. She was kept in it by mine. You didn’t need to bring her here since you already knew that I was coming.”

Downey sighed, feigning sadness. “I wish it were that simple, I really do. But, you see, whether Aurelie likes it or not, she’s an Evans by marriage and not only has she agreed to marry a Krasinski, she’s having his child. That’s not how things run, that’s now how I run things. The families stay apart.”

“Why?” Chris asked, narrowing his eyes. “To keep you in your place? Perhaps you’re not quite so high and mighty as the front you put on, huh? If the two families joining are enough of a threat that you have to resort to kidnapping and murder to keep your place, maybe you were never quite so high up as you thought.”

For that, Scarlett stepped forward and used the gun in her hand to hit Chris across the face. He fell to all floors, blood dripping from his mouth. He wiped at it and stood again. He pointed to Aurelie.

“Take all the hits you want on me, but you leave Aurelie out of this. Hell, call John, I’m sure --”

“No!” Aurelie exclaimed. “This is on me. I was the one who came clean to John first, who convinced him we could make this work. Don’t call John. Don’t.”

Scarlett rolled her eyes and stepped toward Chris, putting her gun to his temple. “The tables have certainly turned, old friend. You’re both going to die tonight, so you tell me; do you want to put your sister out of her misery, or do you want to die before you have to see me put a bullet in her head?”

Chris swallowed hard. He held his hands up in surrender as he worked his way to his feet. He tried convincing Downey and Scarlett again that this didn’t have to end in anyone’s death, that something could be worked out.

Aurelie felt as though she might vomit. Between the pain of the hits she had taken and the stress of the situation as a whole, she was overwhelmed. She had to get the both of them out of this, before it went any further. With a surge of courage, she took two long strides toward Chris and pulled the gun from his waistband. She pointed it at Downey. In return, Scarlett kicked Chris behind his knee, sending him back to the ground. She held the gun to his head and ordered Aurelie to lower the gun in her hands.

But the doctor shook her head. “No. This is all because of him. My father died right in front of me. I grew up hiding family secrets and pretending like I knew nothing about the things that Robbie Evans did. I’ve been exiled from the family for years because you taught that man to take what he wanted, and my family believed I was the one who turned him in!”

Downey smirked. “Oh, yeah, no. That was me.”

Angry tears rolled down her cheeks. Aurelie shook her head. She could have screamed she was so angry; this was never what her life was supposed to be. Sirens sounded in the distance, growing louder by the second. The authorities knew what was happening and they were coming to the scene. If she didn’t act now, Downey would smooth talk his way out of things, the way he always did. Her status at MassGen would likely excuse her from any suspicion, but Chris would be locked away, just as his father had been.

“This ends now!” Aurelie yelled.

Seconds later, as police forced their way into Downey’s front door, two gunshots rang out from the basement.

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[bertoltblecht]

On Call - One

Characters - Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x OFC , Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Frank Langdon, Dana Evans, Jack Abbot

Summary - Rose Reilly is a surgical resident specializing in trauma medicine under Drs Robinavitch and Abbot. A series of scenes involving Robby and Rose.

Word count: 1874

Rated: Mature

Tags: Angst, Mutual Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Tension, Very Light Suicidal Ideation, Sex, Mutual Pining

A/N: Hello! Sorry if you know me in real life and this is weird. Enjoy! This is already 4 chapters deep on Ao3 but I don’t want to flood tumblr like a jerk so I’ll post them over a week here to get caught up. Let me know what you think, please be gentle. Writing is someone’s emotional back window, don’t snipe me. There’s going to be some more of this, not sure how much.

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In order to work in the emergency medical field, you have to be able to keep all your shit in neat, tidy mental boxes. Rose had taken a while to adjust to needing such thick walls between her surface emotions and the impossible frustration of their day to day lives.

She did her surgical specialization in the Pitt, trauma medicine. All the other residents conceded none of them wanted her fellowship under Dr. Robby. Idiots. Not only was he the most experienced doctor in the hospital, but he had a commitment to educating the doctors around him. He had certainly committed himself to her education.

It had been more than a crash course in emergency medicine. He’d also caved to her earnestness, her intelligence, and her desperation. He had shown her how to manage the excess of everything that built up inside her and threatened to destroy her. Robby’s boxes were taped shut, he’d been doing this long enough that even when the bones in the closet started to clamber to life, the locks stayed tight. He was impressively good at looking sad but soldiering on and Rose... felt too much for a long time.

Long before things became personal between them, Robby had looked out for her in a way she’d never had a boss look out for her. He was that way with all the people who worked with or for him, she assured herself. And he really was for the most part. After one particularly long, terrible shift, an intern told Robby that Rose was MIA for final rounds. Dana had tried to cover for the girl but pointed the senior attending subtly in the direction of the stairwell to the roof.

It wasn’t like it was high or anything. It was just the trauma center roof which was only three stories. The main hospital was taller. Furthermore, it wasn’t like Rose was thinking about that at all. Well, she was but just in the way she thought about a lot of things - theoretically. It would just be such a huge hassle for her coworkers downstairs and she’d be in, like, a ton of pain. That wasn’t at all why she’d come up here. She just knew after that shift no one would want to climb the stairs to find her and she needed to breathe. Rose needed the locker room to be empty after the shift change so she could change alone and not have to be a human being in front of everyone while they were all exposed, exhausted nerves.

“Dr. Reilly.” Hearing her name from the door wasn’t entirely what surprised her, it was the sharpness with which it left Dr. Robby. The sight of her at the railing of the roof clearly affected something in him. Rose felt something she thought might be guilt bubble up in her at having been up here and inadvertently thinking those thoughts, sending off that energy. Her head was full and sluggish and overwhelmed all at once.

Dr. Robby repeated her name again, his tone more gentle but it still made her go wide eyed for a moment all the same - just long enough that his expression softened as she turned and moved away from the railing to walk toward him.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. Dana said you were up here, you missed rounds.” His tone was light. It wasn’t a question or an accusation.

“I know, sorry. I don’t know why today got to me so badly,” Rose admitted softly. But it wasn’t just that day. It had felt like it had been creeping up on her for a while. They’d had a series of bad weeks in the trauma department. It was easy to admit she was run down that day, and the sentiment didn’t convey any of the devastation lingering just below the surface, the waves thrashing her against the rocks.

“It won’t happen again.” She sounded like she meant it, and he was inclined to believe her. For a moment though, he scrutinized her in a way that made her want to fidget nervously. It felt like having someone glance around you at your front door, peeking to see what you were hiding with the door propped open just so.

Rose lost the staring contest and dropped from his intense gaze. But he seemed satisfied that she was at least going to make it another day, so he nodded. “Try to get some rest. Good work today. I know they aren’t all easy days, but your progress and contribution here is obvious.” The sentiment sounded so genuine, it made her eyes well and her throat tightened in an annoying way.

The earnestness made her feel itchy. “Thank you, Dr. Robby. It means a lot. I’m built for this, I know I am. It’s just taking some time to…put everything in its proper place, label all the boxes to pack the trauma in.” He’d laughed at her joke and hadn’t gone back inside until she had.

After that, it was obvious that Robby was learning things about her as they went, and Rose tried not to be too aware of it. It would be ridiculous to assign too much significance to the person she spent hundreds of hours with remembering things like her tree nut allergy or knowing that if he just talked absently long enough about recent medical studies in the locker room that eventually Rose would stop picking her cuticles and staring at the wall and actually leave the building. He would even walk her to her car, keeping her from getting stuck sitting on the bench outside the ER for another hour, perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It wasn’t like she was keeping track - maybe he had a whole mental diary of things about Frank’s intricacies and tendencies. He was certainly considerate of everyone she saw him interact with. Making people feel seen was easily something he could be commended on.

Rose couldn’t honestly tell you what it was about her that pulled him in. It wasn’t like she had launched a seduction plan. She had tried not to think about how his attention felt like warm sunshine and it was easier to leave the building when he was beside her. He was married though, so Rose had kept her thoughts and hands to herself. Even when she’d overheard the nurses discussing his separation and divorce proceedings. No one had any real intel, just that they’d heard him on the phone with a divorce attorney and a real estate broker for a new apartment.

The area was deeply grey when they’d finally crossed the line. Her separated-from-his-wife senior attending had closed the gap when they were a touch past tipsy at a bar across town. They’d been stranded by an ambulance that needed to leave them behind and their shift had been over anyway. The details of how they had ended up in the bar’s bathroom sort of escaped her, but the memory of the actual event was captured in stunning technicolor in her mind’s eye.

It was so much easier to sleep after a terrible shift when Rose was well fucked and beside someone who didn’t ask her if she was okay. Sometimes Robby asked it with his eyes, but they were sides of the same coin - of course neither of them were okay.

So for a few months, they stole nights together in her studio apartment, cooking dinner, turning on an audiobook, or listening to jazz records. She took comfort in his warm, quiet presence. Especially after long days of talking endlessly to people, neither of them much wanted to communicate verbally. So they didn’t most of the time. It was easy because neither of them wanted very much from the other.

A single close call had been enough to spook him though.

Robby was in her kitchen making a mushroom risotto when the resounding crack of IKEA particle board against her skull brought him running. “Jesus, shit, fuck, ah!” she hissed, her hand going to her hairline to catch the blood from dripping down her forehead. It broke the skin of her scalp and the resulting bump was already bruised.

“Shit, what happened?” Robby asked, gently nudging her hands away to look. Rose inhaled sharply as his fingers prodded and he murmured an apology as he tipped her head up. “It hit me in the head,” she said, clenching her jaw petulantly and making him raise his eyebrows.

“You need stitches. So we get to go back to work.” He hadn’t sighed but he also couldn’t hide the weary disappointment at the direction of their evening.

The night didn’t improve from there.

Rose slipped into an unused consult room while Robby grabbed a suture tray. He’d been caught by Dana though and even though Rose couldn’t hear through the door, the look shared between them made it clear the woman had not bought whatever answer Robby gave about what was going on.

More than that, the guilty look on Robby’s face spoke volumes. When he shut the door to the consult room behind him, he was Dr. Robby her boss again. It was amazing that just a half hour prior he had been making her dinner and now… he was going to very professionally stitch up her forehead and then quietly break her heart. It was almost like she could watch it happen in slow motion. He finished up the sutures and Rose cut him off before he could say anything. “Well at least I don’t have a concussion. Means I can head home and get to bed. Don’t need to worry about not waking up like Attila the Hun…” Rose trailed off, not making a good case for the lack of concussion. “So if you want to.. also head home. I would just see you tomorrow evening for the start of overnight shifts,” she added, offering him the exit that his posture was all but begging for.

“I think Attila the Hun died of a nosebleed in his sleep,” Robby replied, tying off the last knot. “You really should get some rest and if you have a headache tomorrow take the day.”

Rose nodded, allowing a soft laugh to leave her. What was she supposed to do? Be mean to him? He was protecting himself… his career… her career. To his credit though, he didn’t just speed down the shoulder to the exit. Robby caught her gaze and heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry to just...bolt. I let myself do this without thinking it through. And that’s not fair.”

Robby wasn’t an asshole though. He drove her home, got her settled and, once she was in bed, he cleaned up the mess of half made dinner and built the offending bookcase. The finished product standing beside her couch was the only real evidence that he’d been there at all come morning. That he’d ever been there, for that matter.

Something else to pack neatly away.

They went back to the vaguely defined boundaries that existed before the bathroom hook-up. Robby was still attentive at work, and Rose kept her head down and focused on her residency. That’s what they were really best at anyway. The work.

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On Call - Two

Characters - Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x OFC , Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Frank Langdon, Dana Evans, Jack Abbot

Summary - Rose Reilly is a surgical resident specializing in trauma medicine under Drs Robinavitch and Abbot. A series of scenes involving Robby and Rose.

Word count: 1595

Rated: Mature

Tags: Angst, Mutual Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Tension, Very Light Suicidal Ideation, Sex, Mutual Pining

A/N: Part two for you all! I personally think I start to really settle in after this one. Hope you enjoy!

Differential diagnosis was part art and part science. It was as much about making a judgment call as it was about remembering the actual medicine of it all. Doctors in the trauma department had to not be sensitive about being told they were wrong. There wasn’t time for hurt feelings and no one was keeping score. It wasn’t one doctor’s victory when another person got to leave the ER with their life, it was the whole team. 

That had been the gist of at least three Pitt Sermons from Dr. Robby and yet, now there he stood across from her over a patient, his feathers clearly ruffled by Dr. Reilly’s pushback on his plan of action.

She didn’t really want to intubate this man unless absolutely necessary. Dr. Robby was practically insisting, but something told Rose it had more to do with how the patient had been behaving just prior to the breathing episode that landed them in this moment than it had to do with the actual severity of the condition. 

It was week three of the whole team being on night shift and Rose really didn’t mind the crazy hours. Leaving the hospital in the greenish blue dawn to go sleep in her cave of an apartment didn’t bother her. It was just a different routine. 

The guy was dropped off by his roommate because he’d been sick and hacking up a lung. In spite of needing all the oxygen he could get, he had taken to wasting his breath shooting his best shot with Dr. Reilly as she went about her diagnostic work on him. Rose didn’t really mind, as long as people kept their hands to themselves. What did she care if they flirted with the wall? 

After the initial labs and scans came back, Rose grabbed Dr. Robby for a consult. The man had decreased breath sounds on one side but was otherwise stable. His lung was at risk of collapsing and he was going to need surgery to remove the fluid build up. All of that she was sure of. The consult was needed to get Robby’s required sign off for medication adjustments and she wanted to get the patient prepped for surgery. 

Dr. Robby nodded when she asked for the consult and gestured for her to lead the way. 

“My future wife is back,” rasped the man holding the oxygen mask to his face and smirking as the curtain was pulled back around his bed. 

The comment sent Robby’s eyebrows skyward and he caught just enough of Rose’s eye roll he gathered this was the tone of the visit. 

“I brought Dr. Robby to listen to your lungs so we can get you scheduled for surgery.” Rose explained coolly, picking up his chart to make a note of his vitals and the time. 

“He’s nice to look at but not my type. I’m way more into smart, hot brunettes. I guess he fits those categories, but not like you, Dr. Reilly.” 

There may have been a weak hand lifting in her direction, but Robby stepped forward quickly. “Please stop talking so I can listen properly.” He said, his tone flat but with a distinct edge. Robby told himself that patients were mouthy all the time, he wasn’t bothered by a random sick man hitting on one of his residents. That would be ridiculous. 

“O2 is down. We should intubate.” Robby said as he stepped back from the bed. Rose couldn’t help but frown. “They’ll intubate after he’s under general. He’s stable right now,” she argued and that’s when Robby’s expression hardened. Maybe it was the night shifts, the timing, the long day, the fact that he hadn’t been sleeping well for a few reasons, but he snapped a little. Robby poked his head out of the curtain and called for Dr. Langdon to come intubate.

“We secure airways before we hand off patients, Dr. Reilly. If he suffocates because he was bumped for surgery, it’s my ass as your attending,” Robby said in a low tone as Frank and a nurse prepared to intubate and they stepped out. 

Something hot and righteous flared to life in Rose’s chest. Before she could stop herself, she pushed open the door to an empty consult room and pulled Robby sharply by his wrist into the room. He stumbled, surprised and grunted as she shoved him again. “Jesus, Reilly. What the fuck?” 

“You’re intubating a stable patient with good vitals because he’s a mouthy little bitch who dared flirt with me,” Rose said, crossing her arms over her chest and fixing him with a glare. 

It was a sharp accusation and, judging by his uncomfortable and defensive reaction, a true one. “Don’t be ridiculous. His vitals are not good, his O2 is tanking. He’s an hour and a half from being in surgery. When he is intubated is immaterial, my word, my judgment is final here. You can disagree with my assessment, but you cannot and will not overrule me. The work you and all the other doctors on this floor do is my responsibility. My personal feelings have nothing to do with it.” 

Rose wanted to be satisfied that he was clearly sputtering a little, but she wasn’t. “Admit it,” she insisted, her jaw tight. “It bothered you. And that impacted your decision. It might not have been your entire thought process, but it was part of it.” She punctuated the sentence with an index finger hitting his chest. 

“What the fuck do you want me to say? That I’m some kind of Neanderthal who hated someone else leering at you? Hated him making those shitty comments I’ve heard a lot of people make about you? Yeah, I didn’t like it. Are you happy?” Robby asked, lowering his voice to an angry whisper. 

“So happy,” Rose snarled back sarcastically. “It’s a really fun aspect of my career development having to have men behave irrationally because they’re horny for me.” 

“Excuse me, Dr. Reilly, I was not behaving irrationally. I made a judgment call based on years of experience and education. I would absolutely never put a patient through something unnecessary simply because I’m horny for you. I took an oath not to harm,” Robby said, his temper really starting to flare. People didn’t get under his skin, he was always level-headed. Especially at work. What the fuck was wrong with him? 

“But you are horny for me and it did piss you off.” Rose said, and then she was getting in his face. 

“I think I’ve freely admitted to both of those facts. Did you want to continue questioning my authority and judgment or can we both get back to work?” Robby retorted, crossing his arms and leaning in, all but daring her to keep pushing. 

His frustration made Rose feel smug as she watched him bristle. She had spent the last few weeks without him in her bed, and the easy professionalism that he treated her with at work had all but convinced her she had been more affected by their time together than he had. She’d been trying to put that feeling in its place and not feel shame about the loneliness that had creeped over her in his absence. She tried not to wonder if he missed her too, for her presence and personality or even just the physical comfort they found in each other. 

Clearly he had, and that knowledge alone made her want to shift tactics. 

“It’s a little bit hot,” Rose whispered. He inhaled slowly, and the effect of her words rippled through his body language.  

Fuck it. 

His lips were on hers before the smirk could fade from her face. Once he broke the seal, she became an equal participant as he tugged her body flush to his. 

They were quick and quiet, apart from the soft sighs from Rose as she pressed her face to his neck. She wasn’t even on the exam table, just propped against it as they pulled pleasure from each other. The weeks’ worth of night shifts and longing glances released in a rush of poor decision making. 

When it was over, the post-orgasm clarity hit them both like a freight train. 

“Fuck,” he sighed, his head falling to her shoulder for a moment as they both caught their breath. Her fingers were in his hair and she knew she had about thirty more seconds of physical contact before the panic spurred them both into action. It wasn’t even that long before he pulled away. “That was so stupid.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “We can’t do that here.” 

“So stupid,” Rose murmured in agreement as she went about making herself presentable again with trembling hands, the adrenaline making her heart race. “We said we weren’t doing that anywhere.” 

“Well we never really said,” he pointed out unhelpfully and then winced when she turned to give him a blank look. 

Neither of them apologized though and she was grateful for that because she could live with being stupid but regretting it would have made her sick to her stomach. 

“I have to get back to…” she gestured vaguely at the door. “Saving lives. Good talk.” 

The hallway was blissfully empty at 3 am and Rose slipped out before him. He took the hint and went the opposite way a few minutes later. 

It was easy enough to tell Dana he was catching a 15 minute nap and she believed him because the night shift was the worst and he certainly looked like he just woken up full of anxiety.

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On Call - Three

Characters - Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x OFC , Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Frank Langdon, Dana Evans, Jack Abbot

Summary - Rose Reilly is a surgical resident specializing in trauma medicine under Drs Robinavitch and Abbot. A series of scenes involving Robby and Rose.

Word count: 1912

Rated: Mature

Tags: Angst, Mutual Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Tension, Very Light Suicidal Ideation, Sex, Mutual Pining

A/N: Here's part three! I'm really partial to this one and the next one! Let me know what you think!

When the majority of your social contact is at work, your coworkers really matter - because in order to have a work-life balance, you have to have a life outside work. 

Rose didn’t really have that.

She was the first to volunteer to pick up shifts and the last to leave if the place was understaffed. More than once she’d just parked herself in an on-call room for the 8 or so hours she didn’t need to actually be there. 

Her near constant presence in the ER meant that she knew everyone regardless of shift and she tried to make meaningful connections with anyone who wanted to talk to, or, as was often the case, at her. Rose was a fantastic listener and being there gave her a sense of purpose that vanished as soon as she changed out of her scrubs. 

There was one other near constant in the Pitt and that, of course, was Dr. Robby. They had been good since their slip up in the hospital, kept their hands to themselves and their debates professional. No romance was happening at all. At least, nothing that was intended to be romantic. 

That was the problem though, wasn’t it? Even before they’d muddied the waters at that bar across town, Dr. Robby had made her feel understood in a way that only felt intimate because hardly anyone had ever bothered. He out-mirrored her – in a battle for who could shape-shift faster into someone the other person needed most, he’d been the first to ever best her. 

Rose found value in her utility. She was a future surgeon for fuck’s sake. She’d put herself through all the school and debt and work because saving lives was an objectively valuable skill. It had been an easy and concrete motivator for much of her life. And not just for her career. If she was useful to the people she cared about, they would care about her in return. The noisy, messy parts of her mind often pressed the inverse of that logic when she wondered about people’s motivations for getting to know her. 

What exactly was her utility to Dr. Robby beyond her competence at work? If he was only making sure she didn’t jump off the roof, he could just keep an eye on the stairwell door. He didn’t need to do such a good job pretending they’d never been anything more than an attending and resident. It almost would have been better if he had decided to treat her differently. If he had suddenly foisted her education off on Abbot, who was more than capable, or if he’d stopped showing her the small kindnesses he had made part of his own acts of utility. Rose had a hard time filing away the feelings that his gestures stirred in her, couldn’t stop herself from associating them with the myriad other acts that she’d let herself get used to. 

Rose had the Bering Sea raging inside of her and she left it just outside the doors of the ambulance bay. Sometimes leaving work she could get swept away in the waves and end up on the bench outside for a while. Her legs felt heavy and the list of necessary actions separating sitting on the bench from lying in her bed seemed daunting and endless.

It was cold and damp - not freezing but the sticky kind of cold that made her fingers and toes ache. The fresh air was doing good work on her nervous system though, so she wanted to steal another few moments before getting in her car. And anyway the sun was going to rise soon and seeing a sliver of that before going back inside would be good for her too. 

Shift change had happened over an hour earlier and Rose had taken some extra time to finish charting her last procedure of the day, preferring to let people get their things and leave the locker room before her. 

She felt her stomach pulse insistently and realized she was insanely hungry. It had been hours since she bothered to put anything in the tank. The last two hours of the shift had actually been the 16th and 17th hours of Rose’s day. She came in early to scrub in on a surgery and then made her way to the trauma center to start her actual day. By the time 5 am rolled around and she parked herself on that bench, she was completely dead on her feet.

If she sat there another 60 minutes, she could stop and get a breakfast sandwich from the coffee place on the corner by the hospital and check that off her list. It was getting colder though and she wanted a hot shower more than anything.

“Lose your car?” Robby's mild voice came from over her shoulder as her internal debate continued. She hadn’t seen him around when she left and she wondered if he’d already skedaddled. 

Rose huffed a laugh. “You know I just smash the lock button until it beeps and I find it.” She didn’t turn or elaborate further. He had found her out here before. Sometimes it took a little while to take the day off before she left, so she didn’t bring the icy sea back home with her. 

“It’s cold.” His voice was beside her then as he sunk onto the bench. It meant nothing to her at all that his backpack was placed between them. “No one else to help out here.” It was a good try, but ultimately that wasn’t why she was glued here. 

“You give yourself too little credit, there’s tons of help we could both use.” Rose didn’t mean for there to be so much bite to the sarcasm, but her tone came out less light than she meant it too. Out of the corner of her eye she could tell he was frowning, his brow furrowed. “I just really want a sandwich and Terry doesn’t open for another 40 minutes and he’s not going to get around to making me a bacon egg and cheese for at least another hour.” 

“There are a lot of ways to come by a sandwich, ya know?” Robby pressed, his elbows meeting his knees as he hunched to try to catch her eye. 

Rose held in a sigh. She didn’t have the energy to explain, but more than that she knew he knew he was deliberately missing the point. 

“I like to support a small business,” she said, turning her head to let him look at her. She was determined not to cave to those almost pleading brown eyes of his, pairing her steely expression with as effortless a shoulder shrug as she could manage. He looked skeptical and tired. What did he want from her? He’d stopped here of his own free will. She didn’t ask him to witness this. 

Rose felt a twisting frustration thinking that he’d never seemed exasperated by her before. As soon her mind placed that framework around his imploring look, she had to drop his gaze. He didn’t have to sit on this bench and if he wasn’t going to meet her where she was then…

“You should go home.” The words left her quietly. “I’m gonna be here for a minute and we’ve both had a long day.” 

“You should go home.” Robby sighed, shaking his head. “Just go home and shower and order a bacon egg and cheese and go to bed. Let the day be over.” His tone had none of the lightness he usually reserved for pep talks of the mental health variety. She witnessed him talk multiple wavering med students back into being doctors, but his patience for this tendency of Rose’s had apparently run out. 

It felt like lidocaine being injected into her chest, watching him react that way. The burning discomfort of the sensation was almost enough to compel her to action, but she couldn’t untangle the mental knot of who exactly she’d be spiting by staying or going. She pictured the finger on a monkey’s paw curling when she remembered her earlier musing about feeling better if he’d just treat her differently. Not exactly what she had in mind really. 

The burning sensation faded though, leaving an almost pleasant numbness in its wake. 

“Look, I’m not a liability. I am fine. I will be at work again in… 12 hours, give or take. You don’t have to get it, but you do have to respect me and if you aren’t going to do that, then… go.” Rose sounded as tired as she felt as she gestured out to the parking lot. 

Robby’s posture stiffened a little. If his thoughts were a radio station, she was certain she’d hear him counting backward from ten. 

“I’m just trying to help.” 

All the annoyance from a minute ago seemed to have faded from his tone, replaced by something worse - guilt, desperation. Like this was somehow his doing. It was not his best trait, his desire to fall on the sword - to wear the burden of responsibility even when there was no fault to be placed. 

“I know, but now you’re in it to feel better about you, so it isn’t going to work for me.” She knew she was being too honest now, but she cut him off as he opened his mouth to refute her. “You didn’t break me, Michael. This is just me. I’m just going to be here until this passes and it didn’t used to make you mad at me.” 

Robby clenched his jaw as he sat with her observation. It made him feel worse that she was right. He blamed himself for her pain, assuming that he was at least a contributing factor. He set about trying to navigate the new boundaries by pretending nothing had changed. He centered himself and his guilt when it came to making sure she was okay, because if she was visibly doing well that meant he hadn’t hurt her. He wanted her to leave the bench because he didn’t want to be the reason she was there. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” The sighed admission surprised Rose enough to look at him again. “I’m not mad at you. I just used to be able to help, I thought.” Robby shrugged and looked down at his hands. 

Rose wished she had the energy to pretend she was fine. He couldn’t help his impulse toward guilt anymore than she could help hers toward despair. “You did and I’m sure you will again, but today... I’m waiting for the sandwich. Not for you.” 

His shoulders sank slightly but Robby nodded, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. “Okay, I understand.” He didn’t. “I guess I’ll see you later then.” 

“You will.” Rose made sure to confirm in the most assuring voice she could muster. It was the least she could do, he genuinely didn’t need to worry. 

Robby stood and picked up his backpack from between them, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder for a moment so short she wasn’t sure it had happened. She offered him a faint smile as she looked up and he nodded again before heading out into the parking lot. 

The sunlight coming over the horizon didn’t feel warm yet but Rose knew it would in a little while. It’d be worth the wait to tip her head up into it while she ate that sandwich. It would be good enough.

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On Call - Five

Characters - Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x OFC , Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Frank Langdon, Dana Evans, Jack Abbot

Summary - Rose Reilly is a surgical resident specializing in trauma medicine under Drs Robinavitch and Abbot. A series of scenes involving Robby and Rose.

Word count: 3472

Rated: Mature

Tags: Angst, Mutual Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Tension, Very Light Suicidal Ideation, Sex, Mutual Pining

A/N: Thanks for the love! It's Robby's turn to be sad this time around! Need everyone to know you can purchase the Beers of the Burgh hoodie, btw. Invest in your mental health.

An incredibly long week of overnight shifts was only a couple hours from yielding to an entire week off when incoming announced four people being brought over in various states of respiratory and cardiac distress. 

There was a nasty outbreak of RSV at an elderly care facility near the Pitt. 

In the shuffle and chaos between the care facility, the ER and the paramedics, one of those people was intubated and placed on a respirator in spite of a standing DNR/DNI. It was an absolutely massive fuck-up. While his hands did not personally intubate Mr. Travers, it had happened on Dr. Robby’s watch. Dr. Abbot arrived to relieve him, but Robby stuck around because the Travers family was on their way over. While he was certain that admin would have to handle any legal questions the family might have, he wanted to be there to answer the medical ones and walk them through the process. It was the least he could do given the circumstances. 

After asking to be paged when they arrived, Robby knew he needed to find somewhere to collect himself before meeting with them. It was getting harder to force thoughts around the shrill ringing that wobbled through his head with his heartbeat. 

Making it to the stairwell door without anyone pulling him aside, even just the single barrier of a door between himself and the din of the Pitt was enough to allow his lungs to expand a little more than they had a minute before. 

Not the worst day you’ve had, not the worst day you’ll have. Adamson had said that to him once, and it was the kind of optimistic cynicism that Robby appreciated. It didn’t help on the days that did redefine The Worst Day, but on your average Very Bad Day like today, the reminder did its job. 

One more hurdle before he had a week away, the first day of which would probably be spent in hibernation before he packed up and headed for the woods. He never went too far, there was always the chance he would be needed in a staffing crisis, but the open night sky would help with the way his bones were vibrating when he would get home after work lately. 

When the page for him came through, Robby pressed the base of his thumbs into his eyes hard until the flashes of light and color faded. He took one more steadying breath and pushed himself up off the stairs and back out the door into the Pitt. 

A rush of anxious energy made Robby’s skin feel flushed. He took off his zip-up, leaving it at the charge desk as he headed across the floor. The family was waiting beside Mr. Travers, a couple with a half-awake toddler propped on the hip of the woman standing at the foot of the bed. 

Withdrawal of care was among his least favorite tasks, and they hadn’t even wanted that care provided in the first place. The family was understandably upset. There was nothing that Robby could say to change what had been done, and the version of Gloria that lived in his head warned him about saying too much for legal reasons. All he could do was explain Mr. Travers' condition and what they could expect. 

Later, Robby couldn’t remember going through the whole process of extubating the patient and explaining what would happen next to the family. It wasn’t unusual that people lashed out when experiencing loss - people had cried, yelled, taken swings at him. Those were easy things to let roll over him, especially when he could say he had done everything he could. 

Mr. Travers’ son and his wife didn’t yell or attempt to physically harm him. They didn’t have to. 

“He never wanted to end up like this,” the man said through misty eyes and a clenched jaw. “He saw my mom all…” he stopped and shook his head, inhaling sharply through his nose. “Like this. And there was a reason he signed the paperwork so you wouldn’t do this.” 

“I know there are a lot of people who feel the way your father does. I am so very sorry his wishes were not conveyed and adhered to.” Robby said gently. 

“I pray you never experience someone prioritizing their feelings over your dignity, Dr. Robinavitch,” his wife said, meeting his eyes with an ice cold expression. 

Those words on a loop joined the chorus of high pitched buzzing in his head, and he felt a countdown starting. He needed to get out. 

Robby held her gaze and nodded. “I’ll give you some privacy, Dr. Abbot is the attending doctor now if you need anything.” He lowered his head before turning away and sliding quickly out the door. 

The stars aligned, and the hall was mercifully empty of people who might care that he had an utterly wild look in his eyes. He was off the hook, no one left to check in with. Most of his people were gone already and those currently working didn’t pay him much mind as he grabbed his backpack from his locker and practically jogged through the waiting room to the exit. 

“Hey Reilly,” Abbot called loudly from the charge desk when he saw Rose leave the locker room an hour later with her bag over her shoulder. “Are you on your way out?” He lowered his voice when she changed course to come closer. 

“We’re all on our way out, Abbot. But for now? Me? I’m just heading home.” Rose joked with an overly bright smile. The attending scrutinized her for a moment that made her bristle. “What? I’m having an okay week.” She said, dropping the smile and making a face at him. Earlier in the night shift, they needed hands and Rose had accompanied one of the incoming traumas up to surgery. She spent the last five hours in the OR and the adrenaline was wearing off. Abbot’s head whipped around at a crashing sound from the waiting room, and he kept his gaze on the door as people rushed to see what the ruckus was. 

“Well, at least someone is,” he sighed and then pointed to the desk beside him without turning. Sitting there was a folded blue hoodie and a phone on top of it. “Robby left in a hurry and forgot his phone.” 

It was obvious the oversight from his otherwise diligent counterpart bothered Dr. Abbot. “Did something happen?” She asked casually. As far as she’d seen, it wasn’t like Robby to leave in a hurry or to be forgetful. 

“We resuscitated and intubated an old man who did not want either,” he told her quietly. 

“Dr. Robby handled talking to the family and withdrawing care.” 

“Ah. That’s… really awful,” Rose bit her cheek and frowned. Anyone who worked in an ER for any amount of time had pressure points; patients they re-lived every time a similar situation arose. How exposing for everyone to know this was one of Robby’s. 

“Look, Robby lives a couple blocks away. Would you just drop his phone off and check he’s alright?” Abbot asked with a sigh, finally turning back to look at her. “He’s supposed to be off this week and going camping or something and he doesn’t need to come back here and get his phone.” 

It was the last request she expected walking out of work. Rose realized she wasn’t answering him due to her initial short-circuit, so she cleared her throat and nodded quickly. “Of course, yeah. Just give me the address.” She met his gaze and wished she hadn’t, he was back to scrutinizing her again. “What? Something else?” Rose prompted him defensively. His look was almost too knowing for her comfort.

“We’ve got incoming - GSW to the right lower chest!” Dana called from across the charge desk. 

“Nope, that will be all, Dr. Reilly,” Abbot said shortly, his attention stolen once again, but he offered a grateful smile as he scribbled an address on a pink post-it. “Thank you.” He added after a second. 

“You got it,” Rose smiled back. “I’ll text you an update, but I’m sure he’s fine.” She said, pocketing Robby’s phone and picking up the sweatshirt. It was softer than the last time she’d thrown it on off the floor of her apartment. 

The incoming had arrived though and Abbot was already moving, waving in agreement or dismissal Rose wasn’t sure. 

A couple blocks turned out to be an overstatement. Dr. Michael Robinavitch practically lived in the hospital. Could he even listen to a whole song on this walk to work? No wonder he haunted the Pitt - if Rose could just stumble two lefts and a right down the street instead of having to operate a motor vehicle, she would live at work too. It wasn’t even worth getting in her car, she realized when she plugged it into her phone. 

One short, frozen walk later and Rose was in front of a two-story, brick building. Glancing down at the post-it to squint at the terrible scrawl, Rose made out a small #2 at the end. She started up the stairs on the side of the building to the front door of the top unit, trying to make out what sound it was she was hearing so faintly. It was cacophonous but shallow, definitely coming from a tv or stereo. Then there was the crack of a bat and a man yelling sonorously about a home run. Was he watching baseball at a thousand decibels? 

Before knocking, she took one more look around at the grey, frozen street. There was certainly no baseball being played today. 

The crowd on the TV was almost drowning out the noise in his head, and Robby barely heard the knock the first time. The second, more insistent set of knocks made him sigh heavily and stand from where he was staring blankly at the TV. Couldn’t a man have a breakdown in peace? 

Without glancing through the window to see who it was, Robby pulled the door open with an extremely testy, “yes?” 

“What are you doing here?” left his lips on an exhale before he could stop himself, making Rose raise her eyebrows. She offered him the hoodie and then pulled his phone from her coat pocket. 

“You left these behind when you bolted today.” He stood in the doorway and stared at her, but he didn’t take the phone right away. 

Rose resisted the urge to peek around him, not wanting to admit that she’d spent a lot of time wondering what his space looked like. 

Well, asking if he was okay was pointless. 

“Are you watching baseball?” She asked instead, tilting her head to the side. Robby blinked at her, the question catching him off-guard. 

“Thanks,” He mumbled, finally taking his phone from her and throwing the garment over his shoulder. “Yeah.” 

“Terribly sorry to impose and ask, but I have to walk back to the hospital and I have to pee so bad. Can I come in?” Rose sighed, giving him a pleading look. 

How was he supposed to say no to that? But how was he supposed to let her inside when he needed to go back to getting this anxiety attack over with? 

“Robby?” Rose prodded gently. Worry crept in at the blank way he was looking through her. 

His eyes closed for a long moment and when they opened again, he nodded, stepping aside to let her in.

Rose almost felt guilty for insisting. She did have to pee, but she also had never seen Robby this way. She didn’t want to intrude, she just didn't feel right leaving just yet. “Thank you, it’s frigid today.”

Leaving her to shut and lock the door behind herself, Robby went to turn the TV down a bit. Rose took off her wet shoes by the door and shrugged out of her coat. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you at first.” He said somewhat sheepishly, rubbing a hand over his neck and then pointing. “Bathroom is down that hall.” 

Even though he was refusing to look at her, Rose waved off the apology with a soft smile. “It’s fine. You’re alright.” She said lightly as she passed him to go down the hall. 

Robby needed something to do with his hands, so he went and tossed the hoodie into the washing machine. He had imagined her here in a lot of scenarios, but this was never one of them. It had been easier to keep the separate parts of their relationships boxed into two locations, the hospital and her apartment. Her apartment contained almost the entirety of their personal relationship. There was only that single slip-up at the hospital and the memory now gave him more anxiety than arousal. Another thing to feel a little bit guilty about. 

His apartment was too close to work, this visit was too close to personal, and he couldn’t be professional right now. 

In spite of how badly she wanted to peek in absolutely every cabinet and drawer in the bathroom, Rose behaved herself. There were free pieces of data about Robby visible on the counter, like the fact that he had multi-step skin care and three different colognes. If he were in a better place to receive criticism, she would have told him they don’t belong in the bathroom because of the temperature fluctuation from the shower. She washed her hands and forced herself not to think about his shower anymore. What exactly was her plan now?

When she emerged, Robby was standing in front of the couch, his arms crossed over his chest and his attention back on the TV. Rose came to stand beside him. It was an old baseball game in wobbly black and white footage that she squinted at for a second. 

“Is this the Pirates beating the Yankees in 1960?” She asked, making the bold decision to sit down on his couch uninvited. 

The way he turned and wordlessly demanded context for her familiarity made her chuckle. “My grandfather was a medic in Korea and then he was a custodian at Forbes Field. Sometimes when he’d bail hay, I’d sit beside him on the tractor and he would do the play by play for all the classics. Mazeroski’s winning home run was one of his favorites. It was always either baseball or battlefield surgery.” It was the most she ever talked about her family and Robby realized he’d learned more about her from the puking guy who picked her up then he’d bothered to ask really. 

Rose didn’t seem to mind that he wasn’t putting together verbal responses, just continuing to look at her. In fact, she tapped the couch beside her and continued. “Did you know this game has remained the only World Series game with no strikeouts?” 

The mental battle had been decided the moment Robby let her in the door. It felt so much easier to just give in and sit down onto the couch beside her rather than find the words to ask her to leave. “He’d talk to you about battlefield surgery?” He asked, finding his voice with his curiosity. 

“Yeah, I would tell you it wasn’t graphic but there’s no real way to talk about it that isn’t.” Rose scrunched her nose with a shrug. “I was interested though. He was the first person to show me how to suture actually while sewing up his own cut from some fencing. The man was tough as nails.” 

The past tense was not lost on Robby, but her tone was light. His couch was not her bench, but they’d switched roles nonetheless. It bothered him how well she cleared the static in his brain, but his internal volume started to creep back up as they watched an at-bat silently. 

His right hand was clenching and unclenching slowly at his side, knuckles popping as he wiggled his fingers, the sparks of unease finding their way out of him. An undignified grunt left Robby as Rose’s hand found his and coaxed it flat with her fingertips before applying pressure to the bottom of his thumb, his arm relaxing in the process. 

“Mickey Mantle said this was the only loss that ever made him cry.” Rose told him as the center-fielder was announced at bat. “Too bad it isn’t on camera.” 

It surprised her that he didn’t pull away from her touch. It was going to hurt later, picking up the rest of herself that she had left on the doorstep of his apartment to do this. He probably would have been fine on his own, but she tried to convince herself she was helping. 

Robby’s hand stayed relaxed at his side, so Rose reached up to brush her thumb along his jaw. He was tensing practically every muscle in his body whether he was aware of it or not. He swallowed hard and shut his eyes as her fingers found the base of his skull and she dragged her nails lightly over his scalp. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning the weight of his head back into her palm. Her touch was so deliberate and so familiar, and it was the most contact he’d had in months. Tears pooled in his closed eyes, making his jaw clench. 

“Relax, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Her words were soft and sounded far away from him. One sob wrenched itself from his chest, followed by a second. 

If he opened his eyes and looked over at her, Robby knew he wouldn’t be able to keep himself together.

“Michael,” Rose hummed softly and he finally caved, turning to let his face find the crook of her neck as he began to cry in earnest. 

Her sweater felt smooth in his fists as he clung to her. She was so warm and soft, and for a moment he cried harder at the thought that he didn’t deserve this comfort from her. 

Rose tried to keep her heart from beating out of her chest, but it was shattering and scattering on his laminate floor. “You’re okay,” she dropped one hand to his shoulder, her thumb sliding over the bare skin of his collarbone in slow circles, catching the thin gold chain and making him shiver. As he took a series of short gasping breaths, she brought her other hand up to apply gentle pressure to his neck. 

She wasn't sure how long it took for his ragged breathing to slow to match hers. She leaned her head gently against his, a feather light kiss pressed to his temple. “You’re okay.” 

There's a drive into deep left field, look out now! That ball is going… going… gone! The World Series is over! Mazeroski hits it over the left field fence for a home run, and the Pirates win it 10-9 and win the World Series! 

“He pulls it off every single time, it’s amazing,” she was barely audible over the crowd noise, her breath light against his ear. The soft huff of a laugh leaving him made some of the pieces of her heart melt back together. 

Robby lingered in the embrace, knowing as soon as he pulled away the boundaries would be redrawn. The tight, anxious feeling from before had relaxed into a quiet ache. He felt heavy. 

It was Rose who took the initiative, her thumb skimming his neck up to his chin to encourage him to look at her. His eyes were still swimming as she offered him a small smile. “Better?” She asked quietly and he nodded. One more deep breath and he let her go, the chasm between them growing with each passing moment. 

“I think I can get some sleep now.” His voice was rough, betraying every ounce of exhaustion. Rose took the hint gracefully, catching his hand to give it a squeeze before she stood. 

“Good. I’m going to text Abbot that you’re okay so he doesn’t come over here himself after his shift,” she said softly as she grabbed her coat. “He gave me your address.” She added by way of explanation, shoving her feet back into her boots. There was a nervous prickling under her skin now; she didn’t want to leave. 

“Thank you.” The appreciation was genuine and it was all the words he could summon, he couldn’t bring himself to list the reasons. 

Rose was going to tell him that he could call anytime, but she knew he wouldn’t and offering would only make them more keenly aware that this was a one-off fluke, an aberration of circumstance. 

“Say hi to Bigfoot,” was what she went with instead. “I’ll see you when you get back next week.” 

The door closing echoed on a loop in his now quieter mind. 

Rose: he’s okay just needs some time off

Abbot:  did u get lost

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I Don't Have A Best Friend (Dr Abbot & Dr Robby and their 'not friends' friendship)

Summary: The universe put them together in this hell hole and they made the best of it. They are like brothers/best friends... that doesn't mean they always have to be happy about it. Especially when Jack's wife decides she needs to set Robby up with a cute nurse friend.

(Honestly this one is for fun because I love them both, but ALSO this one sets up my next fic which will be Dr Robby x Reader.)

TW: this one is honestly pretty fun, tame and fluffym sarcastic doc bros, mentions of age gap, male friendships, Jack and his wife have basically, taken Robby in like a stray puppy, nerves about being set up on blind date, Dana and Jacks wife are in cahoots, some allusions to smut, healthy established relationship, alcohol

Features Dr Jack Abbott x nursewife!ofc from "Send Me An Angel" if you would like to check that out CLICK HERE!

~~~~~

Jack and Robby stood on opposite sides of the counter as Jack packed up his bag, "Chairs is packed, no shocker there. You got homeless guy vs car in South 7 waiting to go up, West 2 is a college kid, pumped his stomach, just gotta wait for him to come back around, PD should be here soon to talk to the guy in Central 7. Strange case of selective amnesia." When Robby cocked an eyebrow Jack looked up from his phone, "Can't seem to remember how he ended up to two nine mil slugs in his leg."

Robby shook his head, "Hate when that happens. What else we got?"

Jack checked his phone again and then shoved it in his pocket, "Oh yeah, North 5, surgery should be hear any minute for him. Was cleaning the ceiling fan, naked,"

"As one does." Robby interjected.

"and fell on the TV remote."

Robby gave a low whistle and shook his head, trying not to chuckle. "Perf?"

"Lucky for him, no." Jack grabbed his truck keys and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "If the wife shows up, have someone show her up to the surg floor waiting area. He can explain it to her when he wakes up or surgery can."

"Can't wait." Robby took probably the last drink of his still hot coffee he would get then called after his colleague, "See you Sunday right?"

WIthout turning around or even slowing down his steps Jack called back a simple, "Yeah."

~~~

Robby parked in the driveway behind Jacks truck and walked in through the garage. He let himself in and called out, "Knock, knock!"

Almost immediately Sam called back, "Hey! come on in!" He found her in the living room folding a blanket and tidying up,

"Hey sweetheart." Robby walked over to her and gave her a hug which she gladly returned. "Good to see you."

"Good to see you too." She tossed the blanket over the back of the couch, "Jack's out back. Make yourself at home, beer in the fridge in the garage, think he opened a bottle of bourbon too." Then she was off to some other room like she was on a mission.

Robby smiled. He had always liked Jacks wife, God knew how he found the one woman on the planet that would put up with him but he did it. He knew the way around their house so he walked to the patio door and let himself out.

The patio had a stone fireplace and a TV, some monstrosity of a grill, bbq, smoker combination and an outdoor couch and chairs. The TV was on the pregame, commentary already going, and Jack was stretched out on 'his' corner of the couch.

He looked tired, annoyed even at having to be awake while the sun was out. "Hey brother," He spared Robby only a glance then went back to the TV, "Grab a drink." Jack motioned to the bourbon on the table and the lone empty glass.

"How was last night?" Robby reached for the bottle, read it with a nod and popped the top off to pour himself a couple fingers. "Fuckin' sucked." He sipped his bourbon and sat up a little straighter on the couch, "Shen get's on my fuckin' nerves some days."

Robby lauged as he dropped down into one of the chairs, "I can see that."

"If he wasn't so damn unflappable I'd hate him." "

You hate everyone."

"I'd hate him extra."

He chuckled again and let his gaze shift to the TV, "House smells good."

Jack finally looked his way, "Sam started some chilli last night, she was off."

"Oh hell yeah." Not only did his wife have the patience of an angel and the backbone of a strongside linebacker, she could fucking cook. "Is it the one with the brisket and venison and all that?"

His friend slowly nodded.

"Hell yeah." Robby repeated himself and sipped at the bourbon.

The patio door swung open and Samantha appeared dressed in scrubs. "Alright you two play nice, don't wreck my house."

"Yes ma'am." Jack and Robby mumbled in unison.

She chuckled as she came around the couch and braced a knee on the cushion so she could lean over Jack and give him a kiss. He reached up and put a hand on her hip and chased after a second kiss. "Have a good night."

Robby had to avert his gaze to avoid feeling like a creep. "I'll try." She gave him one last kiss then stood up, Jacks hand slipping slowly from her hip as she pulled away.

"Text me when you get there." He added as he watched her walk around to the back of the couch.

"I will." She combed her fingers through her husbands curls once as she passed behind him.

Robby had to look away again to focus on the TV. He looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder as Sam gave it a squeeze. He gave her a smile, "Have fun." He gave it a teasing, lilty little tune as he said it and earned a grin back.

"You know I try." She gave his shoulder a last squeeze and was gone.

~~~~~~

A short while later Jack pulled his phone out of his pocket as it chimed. Sam must have made it to work. He snorted and put the phone down on the couch next to him.

"What?" Robby knew him too well, he had a bad feeling.

Jack sighed, sipped his bourbon, and never looked away from the Steelers playing. "She wants to set you up with someone."

"Jesus Jack."

"Don't bitch at me. I said she wants too, you can stay miserable and alone for all care."

"Does she really think i'm that hopeless."

"Apparently."

"Do you two, just, not remember what happened last time?" Robby kept his eyes glued to the TV, but couldn't even tell who hod possession of the ball.

Jack scoffed, "You and Collins were good." He took a sip of his drink and smirked into the glass, "Until you weren't."

"Fuck off. Besides, that ship has sailed." Robby looked down at the glass in his hand, "Just, give it a rest brother." He paused to take a sip, "We can't all find the love of our life in a war zone at 29."

His friend actually laughed, though it had a little darkness behind it, "Like a God damned fairy tale." He knocked back the last of his bourbon and sat up to stretch for the bottle.

Deciding they were committed to this conversation, because he knew good and well Sam wouldn't let it go, therefore neither could Jack, "She get's it though. Any woman I've ever… got close to… this fucking job…"

Jack looked his way with his usual frown and nodded, "This fucking job." He leaned back into the cushions, "Just let her try man. You know she won't let it go."

"Fuck me… She really thinks I'm hopeless."

"She's wanted to do it since you and Janey, but I've been holding her off."

"Gee thanks." Robby scoffs and scratches at his beard.

They were quiet for a long moment. The Steelers actually ran a touchdown, so they had something else to focus on.

Jacks phone dings again and he looks at it, his lips twitch up for barely a second as he texts her back. No doubt it's Sam. "It helps you know."

The softness in his voice catches Robby off guard. That tone is reserved for students, for kids that come in to the ER scared and hurting.

He expounded, "Havin' someone, it helps."

Robby thought long and hard, finished his own drink, and responded, "Not in my experience."

~~~~~

"What'd he say?" Sam's voice carried over the running water of the shower.

"Leeave the guy alone." Jack picked up his razor and waited before he turned it on, stood with it raised halfway to his face.

"Well, not like he's gonna do it himself."

"Babe..." He warned as be flipped the razor on and cleaned up the stubble from a couple days off in a row.

The shower shut off, "He's a great guy. He's good looking, he's intelligent, he's sweet and funny, a badass doctor.

Jack tipped his chin up to get his neck, "Somethin' I should know?" He watched her in the mirror as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel.

She gave him a look as she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Shut up." She bit the back of his shoulder a little harder than necessary, then pressed a kiss to the same spot. "Do you know how many hours of my life I've spent listening to girls complain about how there's no good men left?" She watched over his shoulder as wiped his freshly shaven face, "Too many." She kissed him between the shoulder blades and squeezed him a little tighter, the fingers of her right hind tracing a shape over his hip.

He saw the thought cross her mind, her eyes giving her away as her fingers drifted a little closer towards the illiac furrow. Jack set the shaver down and caught her hand before it dipped any lower and started something they didn't have time to finish.

Behind him she grinned mischeviously and nipped at his shoulder again. WIth a hard look her way in the mirror he pulled her arms tighter around him, her damp, warm skin so soothing against his own. "We both know you're going to do it regardless of what I think."

"You know me so well." She mumbles her response into his shoulder as she hugs him tight.

~~~~~

"Wake up." Robby slapped Abbot on the chest as he took the seat next to him.

Jack, who sat slouched back in one of the conference room chairs with his arms crossed and his chin tucked to his chest, eyes closed, did not move an inch. "I'm awake."

With a chuckle Robby set the second cup of coffee he brought in front his friend. "Long night?"

"Night was fine, last hour sucked." He finally cracked his eyes open and reached for the coffee. "Cops chased a kid in a stolen car across the seventh street bridge. He 1050ed and took five other cars out with him. We saw nine MVC patients 40 minutes before end of shift."

"Love that. Weekend off?"

"Mhmm. Soon as this shit show is over." Abbot took another sip of coffee and let his eyes slip closed again as Gloria began the monthly attendings meeting. Less than two minutes into her spiel Abbot leaned over, "Why do I have to be here again?"

"Theoretically speaking," Robby whispered back, "You are in a possition of authority."

"Could've fooled me."

Robby snorted out a laugh and hid it by drinking some of his coffee. Next to him he heard a phone vibrate and he watched out the corner of his eye as Jack pulled his out and read a text. When he smirked Robby's interest piqued. Jack held his phone out to show him.

it was a text from Sam, or as the contact at the top of the screen read: Sam Abbott green heart emoji Wife/ICE. The text read, "Hope your circus monkey training goes by fast. Tell Robby she asked about him again last night."

Robby scowled, "Too early for that shit man."

"She won't let it go, you know that."

"Gentlemen," Gloria raised her voice from the head of the table. "Is my meeting interrupting your little chat?" She scolded them like boys in primary school.

With his most charming tone Robby raised his own voice to match her, "We were actually just discussing a recent study on emergency department staff burnout rates."

Jack, face stone cold and sour added without missing a beat, "It's up to fifty percent in nurses, nearly sixty in doctors. 'Case you were curious."

Robby smiled, Jack glared, and Gloria cleared her throat, "As I was saying…"

~~~~~

Robby came up to the nursing station, hands in the pocket of his hoodie. He furrowed his brow and cocked his head to one side, "You..." He pulled out one hand to point, "You do not work here."

Sam rolled her eyes and gladly accepted his hug. "Playing Uber driver. Jack's truck is in the shop." "

You mean he's not doing the work himself?"

"Don't even. It took me a week to convince him he didn't have the time and to just take it in." She leaned over the counter, "Actually...speaking of stubborn assholes..."

Robby chuckled and shook his head, "Don't even."

"If you don't like her all you have to do is tell me! I'll let her down easy, you'll owe me, but I'll do it."

"I'm sure shes' a perfectly lovely woman." He kept his voice down low and hoped she'd take his lead.

She did not. "But?

"He's chicken shit." Her husband appeared behind Robby so he could log something at a computer station.

"Isn't it time for you leave?" Robby made a show of looking at his watch.

"Rob-byyyy, come on."

"I am not having this conversation here."

Sam sighed dramatically, "C'monnnn, don't you trust me?"

Robby shoved his hands back in his pockets, "I trust you. I trust you to make intelligent and informed medical decisions, I would trust you to borrow my truck, I trust you to murder your husband in his sleep and get away with it." Jack's glare didn't slow him down a bit. "I would trust you to... recommend a restaurant or take down an armed combatant with hand to hand combat if the need arose. Hell, I would trust you to perform minor to intermediate surgery unsupervised, but no, I do not trust you to set me up on a blind date." He half whispered, half hissed the last two words.

She completely ignored his tirade, "You wouldn't even have to say anything. Just nod your head for yes and shake your head for no."

Jack came to his rescue, backpack over his shoulder, "Okay, we are leaving." He came around the station and put a loving but motivating hand on her hip and pushher away towards the door. Jack and Robby exchanged a nod of solidarity as the pair of them left.

Once the door closed behind the Abbots Robby sighed and scratched the back of his neck. When he turned around to get everyone gathered up for rounds he found Dana behind him. "Good morning."

"Good morning." She gave him a cheery smile, "So, what's the deal with this cutie from the VA?"

Robby hung his head and couldn't help but laugh, "Seriously? She told you?"

She looked offended, "It's Sammy. Of course she told me, now quit dodging."

"Sounds like you know as much as I do." He stepped around her, ready to walk away.

That didn't stop her at all, "She's cute, she's smart! Why are you avoiding it? What's one date going to hurt?" Robby stops and takes in a deep, calming breath through his nose. "It's not the one date I'm worried about."

Realization dawned on her and she nodded. Sympathetic. "She could be your last first date... I'm just sayin'."

~~~~~

"Alright, I got this, get the hell out of here." Robby hovered over Abbots shoulder while he finished notes on a patient file.

"I'm going." Jack kept typing.

"I'm serious, get out." He scowled down at him. "Don't make me call securtiy."

Jack snorted as he logged out of the computer and stood up, "Too scared to kick me out yourself?"

To anyone that didn't know the two of them, the way Abbot stepped forward and squared up to Robby, the look they gave each other, would have been concerning to say the least.

Robby just crossed his arms, "Go. Home."

Dana walked around the counter, "C'mon you two, break it up."

Jack smirked, "Lucked out." He leaned down to grab his backpack, "Sam wants you to come over for dinner Friday."

As he took the seat Jack had just vacated Robby spun around on the chair, "What's the occasion?"

"How should I know? I just live there." Jack walked out from behind the nurses station. Matching Robby''s stare the whole way.

When it clicked for him Robby groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face, "You've got to be shitting me, for real?"

"Don't bitch at me. You want to have that argument, you call her yourself."

"She really does think I'm a lost cause, huh?"

"Apparently."

Robby groaned again, a hint of resignation in it. "Who is it?"

Jack shrugged, "I don't know, probably one of her nurses."

Robby cocked an eyebrow, "Little cliche don't you think? The whole doctor nurse thing?" He took a cheap shot at his colleague because he felt like he deserved it.

"Go to hell." He stepped back from the counter, "SIx o'clock. Don't piss my wife off."

~~~~~~

Jack watched Sam as she walked back and forth through the kitchen, "You're acting like you're the one getting set up with a stranger." He leaned against the entryway into the kitchen with his arms crossed. When she paused to look at him he smirked and pushed off from his spot to approach her. "C'mere." He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him as he settled back against the counter.

His wife rolled her eyes, but went with it and sank into him. "Want it to go well. Want him to be happy."

When Jack snorted she gave him a look.

"Ok, I want him to be less miserable."

That made him smirk as he lets his hold on her slide lower, until he could slip his hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "I'm miserable to you know…" He left it open ended, like maybe she could 'help him out'.

"You've always been miserable." She responds without pause.

"Watch it." He cocked an eyebrow at her as he pulled a hand back and gave her a swat on the ass.

Sam had to fight back the smile when she challenges him, "Don't tell me what to do." She leaned in a little further, "I outrank you. Remember?" She pointed a finger, jabbed it into his chest, "Sargent." Then pointed to herself, "Lieutenant."

Face still as unreadable as always he captured her hand in his, finger still pointed, "We ain't in the Army any more, baby." He used her own finger to point to her chest, "Nurse." Then turned her finger towards himself and pressed it against his sternum. "Doctor."

Before she could argue, he saw it flash across her face that she was going to, he grabbed her other hand quick. He twisted them around behind her back so she can't reach him, and used the position to wrap his arms around her and pull her in to a kiss. Once she relaxed, hummed happily, and leaned into him he released her hands. He grinned against her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He pulled back a breath, "Good girl." and then she bit his lip, hard, which made him chuckle and only kiss her harder.

"Knock, knock!"

They pulled apart. Sam let out a little frustrated groan and Jack licked his top lip as he gave her ass one last squeeze. He pressed his lips against her ear and whispered, "I'm goin' to finish that later." Then he was on his way back out to check on the grill.

~~~~~

Robby found Sam in the kitchen, 'One of These Nights' by the Eagles played over the TV sound bar and he could smell the wood smoke through the open patio door from where Jack had something on the smoker.

"Ohhh, Jack's gonna be pissed." She giggled with a wicked smile as she met him halfway for a hug.

"As opposed to normal?" He gave her a squeeze.

"Yes. because he thought you'd bail. Now he owes me." She was still grinning as she stepped back from him.

Robby shook his head, "Don't want to know." Sam reached for the bottle of wine he held in his hand, but he pulled it back, held it out of her reach. "What exactly am I getting myself into here?"

She reached for it again, rolling her eyes at his antics, but he only held it out further. "Answer the question."

"Just relax, if it doesn't work out it doesn't work out, but... obviously you come up in conversation sometimes and one of the girls from work has showed some interest." She can see, clearly, that Robby is regretting his decision to go through with this. "Stop it. She's an RN, she's working at the VA while she finishes her masters. She's smart, she's sweet, she's young and pretty and a great nurse. I wish I had 5 more of her."

"How young?"

Sam had apparently hoped he'd gloss over that one. "Not like sketchy young, don't be gross." She tried to brush it off.

"Sam..." He tilted his head to one side and stared her down.

She just shrugged, "Jacks older than me, besides that's usually how it goes."

"By like five years. Not the point. How young is she Sam?"

"He's seven years older actually." She must see on his face she wouldn't talk her way out of it, because she offered up, "She's just a couple years younger than me."

"Sam!" His eyes go wide and he looks a little offended, "I'm going to be fifty fucking years old soon!"

"We all know you're old." Jack interrupted from the doorway as he walked into the kitchen. He slapped Jack on the back with one hand and took the bottle of wine with the other.

Robby scoffed and then scowled at him, "You're not far off either brother, just wait."

"Okay so she's younger, so what? She sure doesn't seem to mind." The look on her face makes it clear she's trying to fluster him. Throw him off.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Jack reappears beside them and hands a glass of wine to his wife and holds out a bourbon to Robby, "It apparently means you're 'sexy as fuck', which I deeply regret ever having to hear or repeat."

"Sam...I love you," Robby starts off, "but I am going to kill you."

"C'mon," Jack grabbed him and turned him around with a push, "Arguing won't make it better. Trust me."

Outside on the patio Robby stared out over the pool into the back yard and scratched at the back of his neck. "Why did I agree to this?"

"She's hard to say no to."

"Do you know this woman?" Robby felt like he was grasping at straws, trying to find any reason to believe this wouldn't blow up in his face.

Jack, his supposed best friend, just shrugged, "Never met her. Sam mentions her, but I don't know. She says she's smart, cool under pressure. Think they've hung out outside of work some."

Robby shook his head, "I can't date a woman in her thirties."

Drink in one hand and flipping steaks on the grill with the other Jack looked at him, "I'm married to a woman in her thirties. What's it matter?"

He laughed, self deprecating as ever, "Thirty nine, Jack, your wife is thirty nine, and for how many more months? You're also a lot closer to thirty than I am brother. Besides, you two have have been married for like twenty fucking years."

Jack didn't correct him, it hadn't quite been twenty years yet, instead he shut the grill and walked over to his corner of the outdoor couch, "Might be good for you." He dropped down to sit with a groan and took a sip of his bourbon.

A little reluctant Robby also took a seat and scratched at his jaw. He took a sip of the bourbon and stopped. "Oh, this is good."

Jack nodded "Broke out a bottle of the good stuff." He took a sip of his own, "Thought we might need it."

Robby scoffed, "We?" Glass raised back up to his lips, Jack smirked into his drink, "This is goin' to be painful for all of us."

Robby laughed, actually laughed, "Fuck off."

~~~~~ The End~~~~~~

Thank you for reading! Stay tuned for "Baby, It's alright." a Dr Robby x Reader fic!

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Boston Boys [Part Fourteen]

Summary: Chris and Elsa continue on their vacation to Maine; Aurelie and John have an argument; two detectives come to question Aurelie. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1715 Chapter Warnings: Implied smut, discussion of criminal activity.  Square Filled: The entire series (well, bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo​​. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

Boston Boys Masterlist

After the fallout with Brie and their quasi-argument on the sidewalk, Chris and Elsa were anxious to get through the New York portion of their trip and on to Maine where they could be back in their safe, non-judgemental bubble. They spent most of their remaining time in the city with Caleb, kept quiet around Margaret, and, when the day finally came, heaved a sigh of relief as Samuel pulled away from the penthouse to drop them back at LaGuardia for a flight to Maine.

The bed and breakfast was right on the shore in a quiet, little fishing town. The couple spent most of their first day in bed, wrapped up in each other while the sea breeze blew in through the gauzy curtains.  

One morning, Chris opened his eyes before Elsa was awake. He watched her sleep, one end of his mouth tugging up into a smile. He pushed a strand of hair away from her hair, careful not to wake her. With a deep breath, he reached for his phone and texted Aurelie. He wasn’t happy with her at the moment, but he certainly couldn’t talk to Scarlett about what was on his mind. No one else knew the truth.

I’m going to tell her tonight. She deserves to know.

He set the phone back on the nightstand. He didn’t need Aurelie’s response. He just needed her to know.

“Who were you texting at this hour?”

Chris smiled and rolled to his side to kiss her. “Aurelie. After our fight -- I wanted to make sure she’s okay.”

“You’re a good brother.” Elsa rolled on top of him. “You’re a good man.”

Chris looked up at her. He wanted to believe that, desperately. Knowing that this was all going to come crashing down later, though, Chris let Elsa lead him to a place where there was no room for his doubts.

Aurelie and John were at his place, packing things up for him to move in with her. Once life was something they decided they wanted to do together, they also decided that raising the baby where John lived wasn’t the preferred option. She was more distanced, from a lot of things. His work at the bar would continue, and they would do their best to stay off the radar.

Back at her house, before they could take a single box out of the car, they could see the sharply dressed men waiting at her door. Aurelie exchanged a glance with John and told him to wait in the car.

“If I turn around and look at you, I want you to leave.”

“Aur --”

“John,” she cut him off, “I’m serious. I don’t care what you did, what you do, what you’ve done. I don’t -- just do it, all right?”

John nodded, but she could tell he wasn’t happy about agreeing. Aurelie got out of the car and approached the officers with as calm of a countenance as she could manage.

“Dr. Juneau,” one of them greeted, “I’m Detective Mullins, this is my partner, Detective Rose. We have some questions for you.”

Aurelie licked her lips. “I’m sorry you came out only to be turned away, gentlemen, but I’m in the middle of moving some things and it’s not a good time.”

Mullins glanced at the car. He could just make out the silhouette of the driver, and Aurelie picked up that it was enough to make him suspicious. She didn’t like playing this card, but she would if she had to.

“It’s just that my battery is about to die, and I need to charge it,” she claimed, pointing to her implant. “Can you give me an hour or so and then come back? Or I can come down to the station, whatever you prefer.”

The detective puffed out his chest. “We’ll come back -- I would suggest you be here, Doctor, when we come back.”

Aurelie nodded and crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for them to leave. Not until they had driven away and were out of sight did John get out of the car.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, frowning.

Aurelie shrugged. “They’re coming back in an hour, to ask me some questions. Let’s get these boxes inside so you can go back and get the rest of it on your own.”

“And what, I’m not supposed to come back until you tell me to? Until you call or text and tell me they’re gone? Fuck, Aurelie. We can’t live our lives like this!”

She took a deep breath before letting herself into the house. John followed, tossing the box onto the floor. He mumbled under his breath, and it was just loud enough for her to pick up a noise. Aurelie turned on her heel and stomped her foot.

“Don’t do that! Do not mumble under your breath so I don’t know what you’re saying. That isn’t fair!” Aurelie yelled. “You have been in the depths of this your entire life. I wasn’t born into it, and by the time I came into it, I was old enough to know better. I figured out how to hide it so that I didn’t get sucked in. Do you understand -- this was never the life I wanted, John. I never wanted to be an Evans, but it happened and guess what -- I got sucked in anyway. My brother is my best friend. My mother won’t speak to me, my step-siblings won’t speak to me. She packs me lunches and sends them to the hospital through Chris. I have to hide every memory I have with them, every interaction. I don’t want that with you, John. I want to live as normal a life as we can.”

With a sad sigh, John picked up the box again. He looked at her and shrugged. “Normal wasn’t on the sign up list, Aurelie. I thought that was clear.”

After kissing her on the cheek, he let himself out of the house and drove away.

“Dr. Juneau, we appreciate you being here when asked,” Detective Mullins said, taking a seat at the kitchen table with her. Detective Rose sat next to him, and Aurelie sat across from both detectives. “All charged up now?”

Aurelie nodded. “Ready to go. If you would just make sure you’re speaking clear and look at me when you speak, we should be fine.”

Rose started with the first question. “You work at MassGen, correct?”

“I do.”

“Quite a stretch from your upbringing, isn’t it?”

“A stretch?”

Mullins cleared his throat. “What Detective Rose means is, your childhood wasn’t exactly one conducive to someone gaining a medical degree.”

“I’m not a victim, and there was nothing wrong with my childhood,” Aurelie stated. “I make my own choices, Detective. I chose to become a doctor, and that’s what I did.”

Mullins and Rose both jotted down notes. Aurelie was calm on the outside, but inside, she was panicking. This could still go any number of ways -- Chris, John, her treatment of patients and omission of information to protect them. All of the above.

Mullins continued. “Your father is in prison, correct?”

“My father was killed when I was a child. My stepfather is in prison.”

“Fair enough on the details,” Mullins shrugged. “Your stepfather is incarcerated -- Robbie Evans. Have you been in contact with him recently?”

Aurelie shook her head. “I don’t speak to him or most of my step-siblings.”

“Most of?”

Shit. That wasn’t the right thing to say. “I have one stepbrother who will stop and see me sometimes. Usually at the hospital. My mother won’t speak to me directly, but she’ll send leftovers sometimes. My brother brings them to the hospital for me while I’m working.”

“That brother -- is that Chris or Scott?”

“Chris.” She set her jaw. “The rest of them are under the impression, despite the state’s evidence against him, that I turned my stepfather in to the police. They think I’m the reason he’s incarcerated.”

“Are you?”

“No.”

Rose narrowed his eyes. “Did you ever think about turning him in?”

Aurelie snorted. “For what? He ran a barber shop. Until he was arrested, I didn’t know about any of the rest of it.”

“So you didn’t tip anyone off in an effort to exact some sort of revenge on him?”

She took a deep breath. “Revenge for what, Detective? Robbie Evans apparently wasn’t the best man on the planet but he never hurt me or my mother. He took care of her, took me in, accepted me as his own.”

Mullins smirked; Aurelie didn’t like it. “So, if I told you that Robbie Evans was the one who killed your father, that would be complete news to you? Something you weren’t aware of before this moment?”

Her tough exterior broke for a moment. Flashes of her father’s limp body leaning against her small frame when she was a child, blood pooling beneath both of them ran through her mind. She swallowed down the lump in her throat.

“This is about my father, then?”

Rose shook his head. “No, Dr. Juneau, this is about finding out where your loyalties lie. What you’re willing to help us with.”

“I don’t understand.”

“At the time of your father’s murder, there was no way to prove it, but there was reason to believe that Robert Evans killed your father and that his son, Chris, helped him cover it up.”

Aurelie looked away from the men. “I don’t believe you. Chris would have told me.”

The two detectives thought they had her there. They questioned her for another hour-and-a-half about Chris, his daily activities, what they talked about in their meetings, his whereabouts on the dates of several different bank robberies. Aurelie gave them some information, but nothing that would incriminate Chris or the rest of them. No matter what was going on between them, she would never turn on her brother.

And she didn’t believe for a single second that Chris would have hidden something from her related to her father’s death. There was no reason to hide it from her, if it was even the truth. Forgetting about their last words to each other for the time being, she made a frantic call to her brother before he had the chance to tell Elsa the truth.

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[lullabieswrappedinlies]

Boston Boys [Part Fourteen]

Summary: Chris and Elsa continue on their vacation to Maine; Aurelie and John have an argument; two detectives come to question Aurelie. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1715 Chapter Warnings: Implied smut, discussions of criminal activity.  A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

Boston Boys Masterlist

After the fallout with Brie and their quasi-argument on the sidewalk, Chris and Elsa were anxious to get through the New York portion of their trip and on to Maine where they could be back in their safe, non-judgemental bubble. They spent most of their remaining time in the city with Caleb, kept quiet around Margaret, and, when the day finally came, heaved a sigh of relief as Samuel pulled away from the penthouse to drop them back at LaGuardia for a flight to Maine.

The bed and breakfast was right on the shore in a quiet, little fishing town. The couple spent most of their first day in bed, wrapped up in each other while the sea breeze blew in through the gauzy curtains.  

One morning, Chris opened his eyes before Elsa was awake. He watched her sleep, one end of his mouth tugging up into a smile. He pushed a strand of hair away from her hair, careful not to wake her. With a deep breath, he reached for his phone and texted Aurelie. He wasn’t happy with her at the moment, but he certainly couldn’t talk to Scarlett about what was on his mind. No one else knew the truth.

I’m going to tell her tonight. She deserves to know.

He set the phone back on the nightstand. He didn’t need Aurelie’s response. He just needed her to know.

“Who were you texting at this hour?”

Chris smiled and rolled to his side to kiss her. “Aurelie. After our fight -- I wanted to make sure she’s okay.”

“You’re a good brother.” Elsa rolled on top of him. “You’re a good man.”

Chris looked up at her. He wanted to believe that, desperately. Knowing that this was all going to come crashing down later, though, Chris let Elsa lead him to a place where there was no room for his doubts.

Aurelie and John were at his place, packing things up for him to move in with her. Once life was something they decided they wanted to do together, they also decided that raising the baby where John lived wasn’t the preferred option. She was more distanced, from a lot of things. His work at the bar would continue, and they would do their best to stay off the radar.

Back at her house, before they could take a single box out of the car, they could see the sharply dressed men waiting at her door. Aurelie exchanged a glance with John and told him to wait in the car.

“If I turn around and look at you, I want you to leave.”

“Aur --”

“John,” she cut him off, “I’m serious. I don’t care what you did, what you do, what you’ve done. I don’t -- just do it, all right?”

John nodded, but she could tell he wasn’t happy about agreeing. Aurelie got out of the car and approached the officers with as calm of a countenance as she could manage.

“Dr. Juneau,” one of them greeted, “I’m Detective Mullins, this is my partner, Detective Rose. We have some questions for you.”

Aurelie licked her lips. “I’m sorry you came out only to be turned away, gentlemen, but I’m in the middle of moving some things and it’s not a good time.”

Mullins glanced at the car. He could just make out the silhouette of the driver, and Aurelie picked up that it was enough to make him suspicious. She didn’t like playing this card, but she would if she had to.

“It’s just that my battery is about to die, and I need to charge it,” she claimed, pointing to her implant. “Can you give me an hour or so and then come back? Or I can come down to the station, whatever you prefer.”

The detective puffed out his chest. “We’ll come back -- I would suggest you be here, Doctor, when we come back.”

Aurelie nodded and crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for them to leave. Not until they had driven away and were out of sight did John get out of the car.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, frowning.

Aurelie shrugged. “They’re coming back in an hour, to ask me some questions. Let’s get these boxes inside so you can go back and get the rest of it on your own.”

“And what, I’m not supposed to come back until you tell me to? Until you call or text and tell me they’re gone? Fuck, Aurelie. We can’t live our lives like this!”

She took a deep breath before letting herself into the house. John followed, tossing the box onto the floor. He mumbled under his breath, and it was just loud enough for her to pick up a noise. Aurelie turned on her heel and stomped her foot.

“Don’t do that! Do not mumble under your breath so I don’t know what you’re saying. That isn’t fair!” Aurelie yelled. “You have been in the depths of this your entire life. I wasn’t born into it, and by the time I came into it, I was old enough to know better. I figured out how to hide it so that I didn’t get sucked in. Do you understand -- this was never the life I wanted, John. I never wanted to be an Evans, but it happened and guess what -- I got sucked in anyway. My brother is my best friend. My mother won’t speak to me, my step-siblings won’t speak to me. She packs me lunches and sends them to the hospital through Chris. I have to hide every memory I have with them, every interaction. I don’t want that with you, John. I want to live as normal a life as we can.”

With a sad sigh, John picked up the box again. He looked at her and shrugged. “Normal wasn’t on the sign up list, Aurelie. I thought that was clear.”

After kissing her on the cheek, he let himself out of the house and drove away.

“Dr. Juneau, we appreciate you being here when asked,” Detective Mullins said, taking a seat at the kitchen table with her. Detective Rose sat next to him, and Aurelie sat across from both detectives. “All charged up now?”

Aurelie nodded. “Ready to go. If you would just make sure you’re speaking clear and look at me when you speak, we should be fine.”

Rose started with the first question. “You work at MassGen, correct?”

“I do.”

“Quite a stretch from your upbringing, isn’t it?”

“A stretch?”

Mullins cleared his throat. “What Detective Rose means is, your childhood wasn’t exactly one conducive to someone gaining a medical degree.”

“I’m not a victim, and there was nothing wrong with my childhood,” Aurelie stated. “I make my own choices, Detective. I chose to become a doctor, and that’s what I did.”

Mullins and Rose both jotted down notes. Aurelie was calm on the outside, but inside, she was panicking. This could still go any number of ways -- Chris, John, her treatment of patients and omission of information to protect them. All of the above.

Mullins continued. “Your father is in prison, correct?”

“My father was killed when I was a child. My stepfather is in prison.”

“Fair enough on the details,” Mullins shrugged. “Your stepfather is incarcerated -- Robbie Evans. Have you been in contact with him recently?”

Aurelie shook her head. “I don’t speak to him or most of my step-siblings.”

“Most of?”

Shit. That wasn’t the right thing to say. “I have one stepbrother who will stop and see me sometimes. Usually at the hospital. My mother won’t speak to me directly, but she’ll send leftovers sometimes. My brother brings them to the hospital for me while I’m working.”

“That brother -- is that Chris or Scott?”

“Chris.” She set her jaw. “The rest of them are under the impression, despite the state’s evidence against him, that I turned my stepfather in to the police. They think I’m the reason he’s incarcerated.”

“Are you?”

“No.”

Rose narrowed his eyes. “Did you ever think about turning him in?”

Aurelie snorted. “For what? He ran a barber shop. Until he was arrested, I didn’t know about any of the rest of it.”

“So you didn’t tip anyone off in an effort to exact some sort of revenge on him?”

She took a deep breath. “Revenge for what, Detective? Robbie Evans apparently wasn’t the best man on the planet but he never hurt me or my mother. He took care of her, took me in, accepted me as his own.”

Mullins smirked; Aurelie didn’t like it. “So, if I told you that Robbie Evans was the one who killed your father, that would be complete news to you? Something you weren’t aware of before this moment?”

Her tough exterior broke for a moment. Flashes of her father’s limp body leaning against her small frame when she was a child, blood pooling beneath both of them ran through her mind. She swallowed down the lump in her throat.

“This is about my father, then?”

Rose shook his head. “No, Dr. Juneau, this is about finding out where your loyalties lie. What you’re willing to help us with.”

“I don’t understand.”

“At the time of your father’s murder, there was no way to prove it, but there was reason to believe that Robert Evans killed your father and that his son, Chris, helped him cover it up.”

Aurelie looked away from the men. “I don’t believe you. Chris would have told me.”

The two detectives thought they had her there. They questioned her for another hour-and-a-half about Chris, his daily activities, what they talked about in their meetings, his whereabouts on the dates of several different bank robberies. Aurelie gave them some information, but nothing that would incriminate Chris or the rest of them. No matter what was going on between them, she would never turn on her brother.

And she didn’t believe for a single second that Chris would have hidden something from her related to her father’s death. There was no reason to hide it from her, if it was even the truth. Forgetting about their last words to each other for the time being, she made a frantic call to her brother before he had the chance to tell Elsa the truth.

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So, the “doc bros” fic mentioned above is ready to go and will be posted tonight. Stay tuned!