#wabbit

Me when I'm eepy

wabbit. what more can I say. bnnuy

Robby is on sabbatical, Dennis is watching his house, and Abbot decides to check in on the cute twunk watching his best friend's house (making sure that Den is actually taking care of things)

Dennis is NOT doing well. Like, okay. He's doing fine at work, and he's eating and showering and getting good sleep in the guest room. But, he doesn't move. Right? He's just kind of drifting, hasn't unpacked his bag, or bought new groceries, or even touched any of the furniture.

idk, I just want some Wabbit (or is huckleabbot the official name????) being domestic and happy

-🦴 (new anon perhaps?)

ps. sorry if this is long, but i just love Wabbit more than hucklerabbot andthere's like no content for it

Since you said there is no content for it, here is chapter 1 of your prompt 😉

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My Love Mine All Mine

Just like that, he was gone. The door clicking shut behind him felt so loud in a house that suddenly felt so…hollow. He knew it was inappropriate, but no matter what he did he couldn’t control pining for his superior. Fidgeting with his fingers for a moment, he then turned and headed into the kitchen, grabbing a snack as he sat at the edge of the bed, lost in his own brain for a moment. He was worried, a lot of them were actually. He had been a bit more careless leading up to his sabbatical, dropping subtle hints that almost made it seem like he wasn’t planning to return at all; and that anxiety driven deep into his bones.

Dennis slipped into the bed, leaning back against the headboard as he reached for the remote on the bedside table. The place was cozy, modern simplistic type of deal with more muted, darker colours. The living room had cathedral ceilings with skylights, a large walk in shower, some luxuries he honestly didn’t think he’d ever experience given the houses out in Broken Bow were older. Hitting the power button the tv lit the dim room, working on getting himself logged into his and Trinitys Netflix account. Mindless, he needed something that wouldn’t require him to use his brain because he was a professional over thinker; Nobel prize worthy. The exhaustion from his shift was starting to settle in, as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He just knew that this was going to be tougher than he thought, but maybe the less he thought about it the time would pass quicker. All he knew is it was going to be a rough shift in the morning.

5 a.m

His alarm echoed the room illuminating the space around it as the man leaned up, tapping the screen as he slowly sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Upon opening them he almost jumped, forgetting for a moment where he was. Feet scuffled along the hardwood floor, going into the shower to start his day. Thank god he was still able to carpool, Robby had left his car keys and gave his blessing but there was no way he was going to be responsible for something that would take the next decade to pay back.

“How was your first night in el casa Robinavitch?” She smirked a little, pulling off as they headed towards the hospital.

“It was alright, king size in the guest.” He answered simply, he wanted to dive right into work, occupy his brain with the fast pace and unpredictability. The last thing he wanted to think about was his passively potentially suicidal boss, and crush.

“Fancy,” She mused, flicking her blinker on as they rode the rest of the way in silence. It wasn’t uncommon, and it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. Once parked he reached back to grab his bag from the back seat, climbing out of the car as he shrugged it over his shoulder. 

“Morning you two,” A familiar voice called out, causing him to raise his head from the path ahead of him on the floor to see Dana, offering her a small smile in return.

“Morning Dana.”

The morning was rather busy but nothing severe at the moment, a lot of typical cases of flu, broken bone, minor stitches, trivial things that were definitely not stimulating enough for his brain to keep it from wandering to the pit hollowing itself into his soul. He found himself sitting at the nurses station, working on his charting with the free time between waiting for pathology and radiology for his patients. Since the Cyber attack he was even more against Dr Al-Hashimi’s AI tool,  refusing and rather taking the hit of staying past his shift to finish over potential fatal inaccuracy. It wasn’t too long until a small shadow blocked out some light, looking up to find the other doctor looking down at him with amused eyes.

“Enjoying your new place?” Abbot joked, poking fun at the kid in jest, not meaning any harm. Though he could catch a faint dull look in his eyes as he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned back in his chair.

“Hah, I mean yeah, but I don’t want to brag or anything.” He joked back, his hands falling to settle in his lap as he subtly picked at his nails. 

“I should give you my number, for if you have questions with anything there while is out living his midlife whatever crisis this is.” Jack mused, scribbling down on a post it note and handing it over to him.

He took it, nodding and giving thanks before she just sat and wondered for a moment. Why was everyone so interested in what the apartment was like? Was it them being nosey or was it perhaps a subtle concern for him? He didn’t have a chance to dwell on it more as paramedics came rushing in, one straddling the patient as they administered chest compressions.

“Nadine Calloway, 63, was conscious upon arrival and coded en route.” They mused as they rolled the gurney into trauma one. The adrenaline of saving a life filled his veins again, and for the moment he could forget about Robby, everything. The older man took over upon transfer for chest compressions, his gaze not able to stop wandering every few moments to watch the kids face. He wasn’t stupid, he knew a mask when he saw one; he would know. He was a professional of masking what he was feeling, or what was going on in his head due to the things he experienced in the army.

“Clear!”

Everyone stepped back, leaving room to place the charged paddles to the saline patches on the woman’s chest. One shock, thankfully that’s all that took before they checked her pulse, Mohan looking up and nodding her head. 

“Normal sinus rhythm.” She called, as everyone scurried about, getting Mrs Calloway hooked up to transfer to the Neuro ICU for observation.

The day seemed to drag on, and every time Jacks eyes caught side of the kid he found himself analyzing him, and slowly he seemed to be like a dead man walking. He tried to shrug it off, maybe a bad nights sleep, he didn’t know what the kids social life outside of work was, other than when he used to go to that lady Amy’s house before he broke it off and made that boundary.

“I have to catch up on my charts, fun.” Santos said with a roll of her eyes and the sarcasm laid on thick, looking up at the sad puppy eyed fool. “You’ll have to stay until I’m done unless you wanna uber Huckleberry.” She wasn’t any more thrilled than he was at the idea, it was impossible to find balance to not have to be glued to a chair hours after you are stuck inside and deprived of fresh air.

“I can drive you, it’s on my way home.” An older mans voice came from behind, his very stuffed bag on his back, as he approached the two at the station, looking between them. “Save your money, let’s go.”

“O-oh uh thanks Dr Abbot”

“Its off the clock kid, you can call me Jack” He mused as they walked together, dipping through the overcrowded waiting room and into the freedom of the night; crisp and clean with the perfect amount of chill to tickle your bones and leave goosebumps; end of winter start of spring type. A couple taps of his key fab and the doors to the Lincoln Navigator, Dennis sliding into the passengers as he closed the door, buckling his seatbelt.

“Thanks again Dr Ab- I mean Jack” He stuttered, not used to calling any of his superiors by their first name.

“No need” He said nonchalantly, starting the car as he started to reverse, heading out of the parking lot and onto the main road. It was quiet the ride to Robbys, just the sound of the radio quietly filling the space between them. Minutes later, they had pulled up outside the house; the car at an idle hum as he looked over to the younger man.

“I’m serious though, call me if you need anything.” He mused, and the blonde just gave him his signature pouty puppy dog blues, nodding. He was almost too distracted for a moment to hear the kids answer.

“I’ll be okay, but I’ll have it in my phone and on the fridge if I need it. Goodnight Jack.” He mused, shutting the door gently as he made his way up the walkway, and fiddling with the door.

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