Stories, Ponderings and All That Jazz

Don't get her wrong, she could do kind, she'd done kind, but even her kindness had its sharpness.

But right now, she was stuck, because she understood, almost as much as Doctor Abbot, how delicate Doctor Robinavitch actually was... Robinavitch, for now.

Because Dennis, Dennis was soft, softer than people who didn't know him thought, it had taken her months to get him used to her brand of teasing.

And Doctor Robinavitch all made up of broken and jagged edges had cut deeper into that softness than Trinity thought he realized.

And as much as Trinity wanted to turn those jagged shards back into Robby... robinavitch for what he'd inadvertently done.

Sure, Dana tried hard as well, but she had a life and a husband, and a brightness to her future that Jack felt like he didn't have.

So Dana was the light, and Jack was happy to be a fellow shadow, a friend in the darkness.

It was almost love, maybe it WAS love.

Still he couldn't help but feel a little jealous of these two new favourites of Robby's, these two interns.

Whitaker and Santos, Robby's new... "Kids"

"The Father, The Son and the Unholy Trinity.". Santos had dubbed them at one point, sarcasm sharp and brittle and attached to the most fragile shields Jack had ever seen.

Shields she'd decided needed to wrap around Dennis as well, Jack didn't know exactly why... But if the tales of phantoms were true, he had a good idea.

Maybe it WAS love, because currently, it felt like they had too many kids together, including these new ones.

But, Jack thinks, as he pets Dennis's hair while nippy little teeth chomp into his crossed legs as Robby pounds into the younger man, this isn't one of them.

After all, the sharp little bruises on his real, flesh and skin leg, will fade with time, but the delicate array of bite marks pressed into fake, plastic, not even flesh-toned in some places, those would stay until he needed to replace the leg... And this was a brand new one.

They all know the night shift attending has tits for days.

Dennis grinned as he walked past Jack, fast asleep, with his face firmly nuzzled into Robby's soft, hairy chest.

"two sets of tits for days."

"What was that Dennis??"

"I said, you've got to send the list today... It's my turn to get groceries remember, especially since you agreed to hold Trin's birthday party here."

"...Why did we agree to that..."

"repayment for stealing her adopted stray..."

"Vistitation rights...". Sleepily drifted up to them both from Robby's chest.

"I'm not bothered Doctor Abbot, it's kind of like a rhythmic, slightly embarrassing massage... And it helps Doctor Robby stay calm..."

"...Kid if he had claws you'd be covered in puncture marks, you're spoiling him."

"...Can you two stop talking about me like I'm a feral cat you're trying to tame???"

Robby, points over to where Dennis's entire body is almost completely tucked into one of Robby's BIG sweaters as he sits next to Trinity and taps on his phone.

As they watch Trinity gently shoves him for something he says and they realize he can't move to stop himself from tipping over without effort as Robby's BIG sweater is just a little bit tight when all but the tips of Dennis's toes are snugged into it, so Dennis just slowly, comically falls over like a small dog that's just been put in a coat for the first time.

He still has no clue that Robby and Jack, still with memories of how gaunt and hollow he looked even before they found out about the eighth floor, also had ideas, ideas of him, soft and round and full of all the food they could feed him now they had the chance to really, REALLY look after him.

And she pauses... "...How about sexually?..."