jupiter

its late at night, and i just got off work. i picked up some dinner for jack and i, until i remembered he’s working an all nighter. but, why let it go to waste? i can always surprise him and drop off dinner.

i’m walking into the ER, and lupe recognizes me with a wave, as i walk up to the counter.

“i’ll let dr. abbot know you’re here,” she says through the mic before i speak up. “actually, i want to surprise him, can i meet him in the staff room?” i ask nicely, as polite as i can, as i know it’s not really allowed for me to be back there.

“sure, i’ll let him know someone’s waiting for him,” lupe says with a smile, more excited about the surprise than i am. she loves stuff like that.

the pitt is always busy and crawling with patients and nurses and doctors, so it’s not hard for me to just walk through without worrying of jack recognizing me, but he knows me well so i should walk fast.

i finally make it to the staff room and begin to setup the food i had brought. i remember he might not have time to eat it, so instead i grab one of the tupperware boxes in the cabinet and start filling that up so i can take my share home and he can have his later. wow i am so smart.

when i begin scooping the food into the box, i hear his familiar voice behind me. “hey, what’re you doing here?” he asks me, his voice soft like he doesn’t want to scare me away. “i wanted to surprise you. i brought dinner, im just packing it for you” i say walking up to him. i hardly see him work so im not sure what “work mode jack” is really like. i tread lightly, about to open my arms suggesting a hug, but i feel his strong arms wrap around me first and pull me into his chest. “fuck, i’m so glad you came,” he whispers into my hair. i squeeze him back, reassuring him, and try to pull away so i can see his face. “what’s wrong? what happened?” i ask, because he’s not usually this stressed.

“nothing i just,” he looks at me, both his hands on either side of my face, holding my hair within his fingers. “just a patient, from earlier.” he finishes. i nod, not wanting to press further. maybe someone died and he was glad to see me, or maybe someone just was in danger? i’m not sure, but i do want to make sure the rest of his shift is tolerable.

i shift my body upwards so we can kiss and plant a soft one on his lips which he returns. i can feel him relax, as if he’s melting under me, not pulling away from my mouth. it’s me who has to step back, laughing at his romance i say, “make sure you eat something, okay?” giggling at the ticklish silly kisses he’s planting on my collarbone.

“oh, i know what i want to eat,” jack says his hands slipping slightly under my sun dress before he lets them fall again, teasing me so. “jack, you’re at work!” i say, unable to control my flustered giggles. “give me five minutes, i can do it in five minutes,” he says whispering in my ear, nibbling on it. i look over at the window of the door, hoping no one can see us in here. biting my lip, i know it’s not a good idea, but it sounds so hot, and he looks so hot, and ugh, fine.

i move to the wall, my back pressed against it when jack goes to lock the door. with the way we’re against the wall, no one should be able to see us, but we’re fucked if someone tries to come in. jack’s lips meet mine before his hands can reach me, and when they do they explore under my dress almost immediately.

brownies in the oven, dinner cleaned up, and me and my sexy silver fox boyfriend on the couch. today was the perfect friday night. i couldn’t ask for anything better.

jack and i only started dating recently, and he gets quite busy, so we never had time to have a proper sleepover that wasn’t something casual and hookup-y like the beginning of our relationship when we first met. but tonight he promised he’d be all mine and we could watch a movie, eat desserts, and tell each other our deepest darkest secrets!! what a time.

jack’s been listing and surfing through movies for us to watch while i’ve been thinking about him. he works so hard and he took time to make sure i could hang out with him. his voice drains out until he moves his shoulder a little, which im resting on, snapping me out of my day dream.

“hey, what’re you thinking about?” he says, looking at me. his attention doesn’t leave my face. if jack asks if something’s wrong he won’t play it off, he wants to know and make sure you’re okay. that’s why i love him. shit, i love him!? okay, unpacking that later, need to come up with a lie now.

“um, nothing, don’t worry about it” i say to grant me some time to think, because i know he won’t let me off that easy.

“i’m not lettin’ u off that easily”, see? “i can tell something’s wrong” his voice softens, he’s gentle with me, he never raises his voice or sharpens his tone. and ive seen him work. but i can’t tell him i love him yet and i really don’t want to talk about my feelings right now. so i climb onto his lap instead, straddling him on either side. his hands instinctively find my hips and he holds me tight. nowhere for me to go. i lean down to kiss him, and he doesn’t refuse, but when i keep going he mumbles against my lips, “this isn’t going to work”. i pull back and look at him, my eyes locked onto his. he likes eye contact, i know that, but it also makes him flustered. i bat my lashes and i can tell he’s melting. i can see him fighting the urge to grab me and kiss me all over, but only because he just wants to make sure im okay. i decide to reassure him and let him know. i lift his shirt up, peppering kisses down his chest, stomach, and all over the rest of his torso. i hear him shudder when i reach the sides. “i promise, im okay.” i say toying with the strings of his waistband. jack sits up on his elbows and looks at me. we stare at each other as i work his pants down, then his boxers.

“are you sure?” he asks, his voice soft again, but definitely not this other part of him.

i’m sifting through dresses and shirts for tonight’s date, tossing them back one by one, looking for my dark purple dress that shimmers really nicely under dim lighting. it’s jack’s favorite dress on me, and he said today was an important dinner. mom said he might be proposing, but i know jack, i think he just wants to show he appreciates me. we haven’t talked about marriage yet, and i have no idea where his head is at about it. but the element of that being a possibility makes me more nervous now.

“hey, baby, make sure you get ready,” i say to him sitting on the couch. he groans in response, napping, his face shoved in the pillow. “jack?” i walk over to see how asleep he really is. he looks fully conked out. today’s shift really drained him, but he planned tonight for a long time and i didn’t want to discourage him from the fun night he had planned.

“i’m up, im up!” he exclaims, sitting up like someone shook him. “dinner. right. getting ready.” he says rubbing his eyes and turning to face me, hovering over him behind the sofa. his eyes open slowly and i watch them crinkle into a smile when they meet mine. “dinner with my beautiful girlfriend” he says in a softer voice. his hand wraps around my waist bringing me closer and i bend down in response to plant a kiss on his forehead. he won’t get me distracted, not when we have to be there soon. i feel his hand drift down to my ass, which he says is “definitely not his favorite part of me”, but bed time proves differently. i love how much he loves me. i love him so much.

“come on, get up, we’ll be back quickly and then can sleep!” i say trying to compromise as i turn around to go finish getting ready. i feel a smack on my butt as i walk away, causing me to jump a bit, giggling at his immaturity. “dinner with my hot sexy young girlfriend,” he jokingly calls out after me, before falling back into the cushions, as our laughs ring through the apartment. we know i’m younger than him, by a bit, and everyone makes fun of him for it, but we play into it, because it’s hilarious and a lot of fun.

Please, Call Me Jack

“and when there’s something stuck in our patient we- javadi?” robby’s grisly voice echoes through the fluorescently lit room.

“do not take it out until we know if it’s damaged an organ, muscle, tissue, or nerve” the young girl doctor replies.

as dr. robby is teaching javadi how to properly remove the glass from my arm and wrap it, im scanning the outside of the hospital, people watching the rest of the patients. it’s late at night, and my shower door decided to collapse in on itself. i haven’t even began to think about the work i’ll have to do to fix it.

as im scanning the outer rings of the hospital, i spot a gray brown ish haired man walking in. hes working fast, in uniform, and wheeling someone in from trauma. he’s really attractive. i wish he was my doctor. no offense to dr. robby.

i’m zoned out when i finally hear his voice ping through my head.

“ms. y/l/n? we’re all done here. dr. javadi will get you discharged and some medications and then you can head home” he said basically completely out the door, and then he was gone. javadi smiled and followed him, asking for a consult on another case. it seemed like i was an easy fix for what this place goes through.

robby and javadi have both switched to help the trauma from earlier while the silver fox i spotted is taking off his bullet proof vest and talking to the blonde charge nurse. he’s a doctor here,, no wonder he walked in with such authority.

i have to be home soon so i can feed my cat, plus i have an early meeting presentation. and i still haven’t even taken a shower. maybe i can find a different doctor to discharge me and get out of here. i’ll look around

JACK’s POV

i can feel every muscle in my body tensing as i finally sit down and rest. i’ve been on my feet all day and just need two minutes of-

“abbott, pregnancy in route”

great. night shifts aren’t as bad as day shifts, that’s for sure, but after being out on the field, i really need to plan my shifts better.

“on it” i reply getting up and walking towards triage.

while i’m walking, looking down at my feet instead of forward like an idiot, i bump into a woman. she’s a patient, fuck, who hurt her arm, shit, did i hit it? she winced when i bumped into her.

“i’m so sorry, are you alright?” i said stabilizing her arm with her. the bandage wrapped tightly so no blood can escape and pressure is held.

“yes, yes im fine” she responds. her voice is smooth, silky, like i could listen to it sing for hours. and her? she’s gorgeous, probably the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen. i can play this off. i can be cool.

“actually, i was wondering if you could help me?” fuck yes. “dr. javadi hasn’t returned and i really need to get going” no no she’s leaving!?

“you’re leaving so soon?” i let the thought slip by me

the woman hesitates with her mouth agape. she smiles, at least she knows i’m fucking with her. sort of.

“they said i was clear to go, i just need to be discharged and need my meds” she said shrugging and presenting her arm for me to look.

i use this opportunity to guide her, hand on shoulder, into a patient room rather than the public beds. “let me look at that” i’m gonna have to come up with some bullshit to keep her here.

“what’s your name?” i ask

“y/n.. y/l/n. my shower door broke” she replied laughing softly and keeping her eyes on me while i examined her arm. i could feel her scanning my face. that’s good, i like that.

“well, y/n, i’m dr. abbott” i reply trying to come up with a following statement. “and, they’re right, your arm is all good to go. i can sign your discharge papers on here..” i walk over to the computer “and i’ll be right back with your meds” i say accepting defeat but not blinking incase she disappears

“thank you, dr. abbott” my heart skips. imagine how she’d sound saying my first name.

i walk out the room and pace in with robby, following him to wherever he’s going.

“hey, what’s the deal with y/n y/l/n?” i ask trying to be sly

“deal? she was fine, what do you-“ robby stops and looks at me “no.”

“i wasn’t going to-“

“no! jack, no.” he sternly repeats. i roll my eyes. i’m not a child he can’t stop me neither can the healthcare laws.

“can you discharge her!” i call after robby as he walks away.

“she better be gone in an hour, jack!” robby calls back as he heads outside. i have that pregnancy coming soon, so i have to hurry.

i pick up her medication order and check her status. it says discharged, but robby’s name is the one on the signature, and javadi was the doctor, and i just got here, so technically she’s not my patient. i weave between the people crowding and growing larger as hand offs begin, and finally enter the room y/n was in.

“okay, you’re all good to go.. but um, i have a question” i say as she stands up, her face so curious.

“if you promise to never come back here, can i take you out to dinner?” i ask, my voice meeker than i wanted it to be. she raises her eyebrows and laughs. she’s laughing at me. this was stupid.

“i don’t know, there isn’t another hospital close to my place” she says smiling and leaning back on the bed. i chuckle, in disbelief, honestly.

“well, you might have me around so. no need for a hospital” i shrug back. my voice soft and calm compared to the chaos outside.

“sure, dr. abbott. i’d love to go to dinner with you” she says grabbing her phone and handing it to me to put my number in. i punch in the numbers and send myself a message. handing it back to her my eyes crinkle with a smile

“technically robby checked her out, im not her doctor”

“if you promise to never come back here again, will you let me take you out to dinner” UGH GOD