#jank?

jack had a nickname at home, abby. it wasn’t even supposed to be the girl’s name. it came about completely independently.

so frank talks about his spouse ‘abby’ all the time. it was a convenient way to not have to lie about his personal life, but also not have to come out as being married to an attending. they were almost always on opposite shifts so it rarely mattered anyway.

everyone found out somehow. maybe they come in together for a mass tragedy and people see them get out of the same car, maybe jack gets hurt and asks them to call his husband. either way, they can’t hide their familiarity.

when the dust settles, and word gets around that frank and jack are together, trinity is the brave soul to inquire about it directly.

“i thought your wife’s name was abby,” she said with a penetrating, calculating stare.

“no,” frank shook his head. “i always said my partner ‘goes by’ abby.” trinity narrowed her eyes in confusion and disbelief. frank explained, “jack abbot. abby. i don’t even remember how the nickname happened, but it’s what i call him.”