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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.)

Carter likes to be ordered around, rough housed, choked a little. And Pope… is hesitant.

He’s not the best at being authoritative, especially not with someone as sweet with him as Carter is. Same with being rough. To him, Carter is one of the few precious things in his life, and it doesn’t feel good to treat him like that. The choking is okay as long as Pope is looking somewhere else, or has his eyes closed entirely.

But he doesn’t want to say that and risk disappointing Carter. He’s so perfect. Perfect to the point that Pope is certain their time together is limited, and he doesn’t want to cut it even shorter by not pleasuring him correctly.

So instead of saying anything he lets the guilt and shame of tainting someone so delicate brew, even if Carter is literally asking for it.

After a few months Carter asks if there’s anything Pope wants to try since he never offers that sort of information. It takes a bit of coaxing, but in the end Carter convinces him to take the lead, do as he pleases, and Carter will speak up if there’s something he doesn’t like.

Based on Pope’s unwillingness to share, Carter’s expecting to get tied up and draped from the rafters. Instead, it’s all gentle touches, and missionary under the covers.

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.