#popecarter

“You and me. My place. Tonight.”

Robby shrugs, knowing full well he’d go wherever Jack called him, but enjoying how desperate the other man seemed to be. “Oh I don’t know, Jack. I might have plans.”

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John Truman Carter III was adopted.

Michael Robinavitch’s mom bounced when he was a kid. She got pregnant again. This time, she abandoned her baby.

Maybe the Carters were expecting a second child and it didn’t live. Maybe the reason was a bit scandalous (what if Carter’s mom’s drinking problem didn’t start with Bobby’s death)? So they quietly adopted a baby and little Johnny T. Carter III never knew.

If we carry ER events forwards into the 2020s, maybe Carter’s parents tell him after his gamma dies. That explains one childhood incident where Bobby was insisting that John was adopted, just to make John cry; it’s one of the few times their mother intervened.

Maybe Bubbe Robinavitch got a postcard telling her that she had another grandson out there, but she didn’t have the funds or resources to follow up.

But one day 23&Me or some other comparable site comes online. People talk about finding far-flung and long-lost relatives through it.

Michael Robinavitch takes the test.

John Carter takes the test.

They find each other.

Now Carter knows he’s Jewish by birth (mazal tov). Now Robby knows he’s not alone in the world. They both get to figure out what family means when you’ve found each other as adults. Their lives have been so different but they both have more in common than they ever expected (ER doctors, bisexual, disastrous dating histories).

And Jack Abbot has to figure out how to manually forget that he knows what Robby looked like as a babyfaced twunklet because he really wants to keep it classy and to not fantasise about fucking the Brothers Robinavitch.

(Meanwhile I like to think that Jack Abbot is a rogue Cody whose identical twin, Andrew, shows up and gets heart eyes for Robby’s baby brother. Because I have the heart of a daytime TV soap writer.)

people are gossiping about it by the triage desk, trying to steal glances outside and theorizing on what this guy could be about. chuny is in the middle of a story jerry doesn't want to believe and doug is vehemently trying to sell him when by comes one john carter in search of a new chart.

except as he's picking it up he overhears the conversation and he stops, he always has time for some gossip. he's trying to piece together what sparked the story as he listens in and chuckles besides carol and susan. something about a guy outside?

and then 'scary' and 'leather jacket' click together and he drops his chart and runs outside because 'omg omg omg my boyfriend is here'.

it takes everyone a second to figure out what's happening— mark almost running after him just in case—, but once carter jumps into the man's arms and leans in to give him a chaste kiss, they realize who it is.

the mysterious "girlfriend" (and why had they all assumed that?). the one that'd had carter giddy and over the moon for a good few weeks now. the one he'd been tight-lipped about no matter how much they teased him, even if it brought a smile to his face every time the subject was breached.

they watch the man protectively wrap his arms around carter. the way his features soften and carter's face lights up with that lovesick expression they've all become accustomed to.

mark and doug can't believe it. susan hits them over the head when they make a dumb comment. carol is trying to supress the urge to go out there and give whoever that is a talking to about taking care of their boy. chuny is trying to catch malik's attention on the other side of the floor. jerry can't wait until someone tells benton about this.

It's stupid.

He's a forty year old man who has been shot more than once. Accidentally slipping during a kick turn on a half pipe shouldn't have landed him in the ER.

He's about to say fuck it and hobble his ass out of here when the prettiest human he's ever laid eyes on walks in.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Carter I'll be your physician for the evening Mr-" Carter freezes.

Large brown eyes look at him in shock, cheeks turning pink as his composure tries to find its way back to him.

Andrew shifts uncomfortably. He knows his shirt is lame, its lavender with a unicorn riding a skateboard, but Lena picked it out for him.

And maybe he's a weird sometimes but that doesn't mean he should be looked at like-

"I'm sorry." Dr. Carter laughs neevously, "Wasn't expecting someone do hot — handsome — shit — old, no, uh," He squeezes his eyes shut.

"I'm just gonna — get you another doctor." He turns to leave but Andrew stops him.

"No." He tries to smile, "I don't want another doctor." When Carter looks at again, Andrew holds his gaze.

"You think I'm hot?"

Carter licks his lips, "Will that impede your comfort level if I give you an examination?"

Andrew shakes his head.

Now I did make this for my popecarter fanfic (#cartersmysterioussexyboythingcore) but this is also very med school rabbot coded.

They both love to annoy their boyfriend.