Whitsantos soulmate AU where you have what your soulmate calls you tattooed on you
Trinity just has “Trin” and it irritates the fuck out of her because everyone she’s ever become moderately friendly with ends up calling her that. She adopts a habit of giving everyone a nickname so her soulmate will know it’s her.
Which is how Dennis ends up with “Huckleberry” stamped low on his waist. Dangerously close to ass territory. Santos being his soulmate is a bit distressing at first because they don’t seem to have a lot in common and also he was certain he was gay up until that point, but when Trinity starts flirting with Garcia he calms down. Not to mention how thrilled he is when she invites him to live with her the day they meet. This soulmate thing is easy peasy.
As soon as she says to call her “Trinity” he jumps to “Trin.” Dennis isn’t even thinking about it, it rolls off his tongue naturally, but of course Trinity doesn’t think anything of it.
One day she overhears Dennis talking about finding his soulmate with a patient who’s anxious to find their own, and she’s so upset.
Why didn’t he tell her? She’d never admit it, but Huckleberry is her best friend, and she thought he felt the same way. Who’s his soulmate? When did he meet them? Oh God, is it Amy?
It could be. Huckleberry distinctly said “she,” which caught her off guard because she’d been pretty confident in him being gay considering the amount of bitching he does about Grindr hookups. Maybe he’s bi and she’s been stereotyping. She’ll have to work on that.
“Sooooo, Casanova,” she says. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
“All this soulmate chit-chat with a patient and none for me?” She exaggerates her pout, though it reflects her actual feelings pretty closely.
“Oh, right,” he laughs. “How rude of me.”
“It’s a little rude,” Trin mutters.
Victoria’s head pokes up from behind her computer. “You have a soulmate?”
“Yeah, but you know him.”
Her jaw drops and a blush rushes to her face. “Ohmygod I’m so sorry! I—“
“It’s fine,” Huckleberry doesn’t look up from his own charting. “I’m gay, but my soulmate is a girl.”
Tension leaks out of her immediately, “oh, thank God.”
“I’m pretty sure my soulmate is my sister,” Mel says. “But we just call each other ‘Mel’ and ‘Becca’ so it’s hard to know for sure, but the writing is close I think.”
“Mine just says ‘babe’,” Victoria says.
“A classic,” Dennis nods.
“It’s so annoying,” she continues. “Like, there’s no way to be certain.”
“You could give everyone a distinct nickname,” Trinity says. “That’s what I do.”
“Tell me about it,” Dennis rolls his eyes.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Huckleberry.”
Victoria raises one eyebrow. “You do?”
“Made her easy to find didn’t it?”
Trinity has the realization the same time Victoria does. “Oh my God,” she looks between them. “You guys are soulmates?”
Dennis finally looks up from his computer, his big eyes shrink into a squint, studying her. “Did you not know?”
“Because we have each other’s marks!”
“You have my mark. Apparently.”
“You have mine,” he points to ‘Trin’ scrawled right above the crook of her elbow. Which, now that she’s looking at it, is suspiciously similar to Huckleberry’s handwriting.
“Okay, that’s not… everyone calls me that.”
Mel chimes in, “I don’t call you that.”
“Let me get this straight,” Dennis faces her. She loathes the smug smile he’s wearing. “You invented a stranger to live with you the day you met.”
“I’m a very kind person, Huckleberry. You have a saint for a soulmate.”
“Uh huh, and you never felt any sort of connection.”
She did, but it’s more likely for lightning to strike her here in the middle of the ED than for her to admit it. “Where’s your mark? I’m your soulmate; prove it.”
Dennis pulls his waistband down right then and Dana shouts at him not to strip in the ED.
