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I have been itching to write some Jack abbot lately actually but have had a bad case of writers block so if anyone has any requests to help stir the ol imagination I am all ears :)
FELL IN LOVE WITH HER IN STAGES; dr jack abbot x dr!reader
a part two to THE FIVE STAGES but can also technically be read independently
words: 12.4k
content warnings: 18+ smutty!! medical procedures, mentions of death, my fluffy cutie pies
notes: sorta kinda based off of a couple lines in this banger
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Jack Abbot used to despise sleep. Even if he had managed to get himself to fall asleep, there was no way he had ever stayed asleep. It was quite ironic, really. A doctor, who knew the very real and serious ramifications of a bad sleep schedule, who never slept anyways.
It wasn't his night shift sleep schedule that kept him up, though. It was the nightmares.
It was the sand in his mouth after the IED that took his leg went off. The high pitched, loud ringing in his ears. The puddle in his pants. He had been so naive. He thought he had peed himself. He hadn't realized it was his own blood, bone, and flesh blown to smithereens until hours later - on a makeshift operating table while falling in and out of consciousness.
It was the memories of his buddies who lost far more than a limb. The wails of their families at their services. The buttons falling off of his formal army uniform. Worn to one too many funerals held for people who passed far too young.
It was his late wife. Although, those ones were a welcome visit, they still stung the worst of all. It left him with the kind of bone heavy sadness that felt like an excruciating hangover when he woke up.
If you would've told the Jack Abbot of five years ago that now he relished sleep, even looked forward to going to bed, he would have called you a liar. He would have never believed that he could fall asleep and stay asleep at the drop of a hat.
But it was true. On one condition, though. He could sleep soundly as long as she was in his bed. In his arms.
They had only officially been together for about four months but the second he had gotten a taste of what it was like to be with her, share a space with her - he couldn't give it up.
He had practically begged her to move in with him when her lease had been up at the end of the summer. Not that she had needed much convincing. Her only hang up had been not wanting to leave her roommate, Dr Ellis, high and dry with her half of the rent. So Jack paid a year's worth up front. Now that both her and Dr Ellis were on attending salaries, that was more than enough to get her through. They were both still thanking him profusely for it.
He felt like he should be thanking them. Now Jack and her shared an address and most importantly a bed. A bed where they got exceptional sleep - unless involved in other exceptional extracurricular activities.
Her back was to his shirtless chest, her hands tucked under her cheek and his arm slung over her waist. He was in one of those lucid states where he was asleep but he knew he was in a dream. He was hoping this dream wasn't a far off reality, though.
Oh yeah, he dreams now. No more nightmares.
A normal person probably wouldn't have even called what Jack had dreamt about that night anything particularly special. But it was to him.
With the leaves changing and Halloween only a week or so away, he had been having this dream all month - the details becoming sharper with each one.
He dreamt of them married, of course. A large, sparkling rock on her left ring finger. Probably one he at least had to get some help in picking out. She was the stylish one in the relationship - not him.
He dreamt of their new house. One big enough for the kids he dreamt about to grow up in. Not too big, though. Still homey and very much, unmistakably theirs.
In this particular dream, they had twins. One perfect boy and one perfect girl. It was Halloween and they were barely toddlers - dressed up in the same Harry Potter costumes as their parents.
He made her some cocktail she had found on Pinterest called 'Witches Brew' even though it was really just a festive Moscow Mule. He'd put it into portable mugs for them to sip on as they strolled the neighborhood, trick or treating with their kids.
Their kids had manners like their mom. Said please and thank you, all the time, not only when trick or treating. One would get tired way too early like their dad and retreat to their warm stroller while they waited for the other to finish up at the neighbors' doorstep.
It wasn’t cold outside - simply crisp. As they waited, he turned to her and opened up his arms, letting her cuddle into his chest. He wrapped her up in his coat, knowing she purposely hadn’t brought one so he would do this. He loved it. He loved her.
She kissed his collarbone, murmured an 'I love you'. He blushed. Then tugged at the Hogwarts school girl skirt she had on. It felt like a super power that he didn't even have to say anything to make her blush. She whispered 'Perv' in his ear and he cracked a laugh, blushing even more at the feel of her smile against his neck.
Then their perfect baby skipped down the neighbors' yard to them - beaming with pride at their new candy. Neither of them had ever acted so excited to see a Crunch bar in their life.
He had become more conscious than not. It was quiet outside. Wind softly knocking at their bedroom windows. The sun was low. Barely up - letting Jack know he had woken up before the alarm he had set for her. Dr Al-Hashimi had called her last night with the flu, asking her to fill in the rare day shift today.
He snuggled himself closer to her, tightening his grip around her waist and tangling their legs. His hand traveled up under his shirt that she was wearing. Stopped right below her boob, at her rib, feeling for her steady heartbeat. The thud lulled him to sleep every night and woke him up every morning. The beat of her heart was her literal lifeline and his metaphorical one.
He wouldn’t tell her about the dream. He didn't want to pressure her with the kid stuff. They had already moved pretty fast. And of course he would help as much as humanly possible, but with kids she would be doing most of the sacrifice - her body, her time, her hormones - everything. He'd like to have kids but he would be okay otherwise. It was up to her. As long as he had her - he was perfectly happy.
He indulged himself a bit. Moved his hand to splay against her stomach, imagining the same thud of a baby heartbeat. He relished in it for a moment and then went back up to cradle her rib.
He was content to stop there - was going to. Until her hand intertwined with his and placed his palm over her boob. Her nipple was already hard and a breathy moan tumbled from her parted lips.
Jack could take a hint - slowly kneading her boob as he placed soft kisses down her neck. Her hand reached behind her, finding its home in his curls and tugging just barely - like his chest wasn't already as close to her back as he could get. He rucked her tshirt up to give him better access to her tits as he planted his thigh between her legs. She was fucking soaked all the way through her panties.
"Dreaming about me?" Jack let out, gruff and far less awake than he thought he would sound.
"You have no idea." She breathed, needy.
"Trust me. I do." He grunted, pressed his already hard cock to her ass. She whined as he twisted her nipple.
"Sensitive, hm?" He mumbled into her neck, sucking lightly.
"I wonder why." She sassed, alluding to last night. Jack couldn't help that he liked marking her where no one else could see but him.
"Mm sorry, baby. Lemme make it up to you."
He flipped her over, her back hitting the mattress as he hovered. He lowered slowly, dropping down to suck on her tits. Keeping to himself that he was imagining them full. The same thing he was imagining about her stomach. He pressed down on it to stop her from squirming against his thigh.
"Patience." He rasped against her chest, "You gonna be good for me?”
"I am gonna be late." She tried to rock herself against his thigh again but he held her hips steady, tilted his chin up to look her in the eyes.
"I think we have time for a little breakfast in bed, don't you think?"
"No, I don't thi-" She moaned loudly as his tongue licked up her pulsing cunt, her vision blurring. He had kept eye contact as he kissed down her body, settled his face between her thighs, tugging her panties down with him and wasting no time in getting his mouth on her dripping center.
He made a mental note to ask her later what the hell she had been dreaming about. She was already halfway to her first orgasm and he had barely touched her properly yet.
He spit on her clit before tugging it gently between his teeth. This was his favorite view, her writhing above him. Tugging on his hair and pretty little noises falling from her lips. Jack slipped two fingers into her as his tongue swirled around her. Her drawn out wispy whines gave way to more concrete, high-pitched and quicker moans.
The second his fingers felt that familiar pressure and his tongue felt the same distinct quiver in the bundle of nerves, he pressed his tongue flat against it. He let her ride out her first orgasm against his tongue and fingers, pulling her hips down further onto his face, making her chase her high rather than run from it.
She had other plans, hurriedly tugging him back up to her. He barely got out a rough, "Ya taste fucking incredible, sweetheart." before she was slotting her mouth against his own.
He groaned into her. The thought of her tasting herself on his tongue really did it for him. His hand caressed her thigh, hooking it over his own hip. He squeezed her ass as she scratched at his freckled back. She reached to pull his boxers down. His erection slapped against his stomach as she lined herself up.
Jack whistled out a low, mocking laugh and stilled her hips, "What'd I say about patience, baby? You forget who's in charge here or what?"
He flipped her around, back to their original position - her back to his broad chest. Except this time he had one hand kneading her tit while the other put her in a headlock. His arm wrapped around her neck and his bicep pressed deliciously against her throat.
"Jack, c'mon. I am gonna be late."
"I know my good girl can be much more polite than that." His hand trailed to her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle as she continued to whine.
"Need to feel you. Need it so bad, c'mon."
She rocked her hips back against him again, hoping for some kind of relief but he stopped her. Landed a hard slap to her ass before going back to her clit.
"Thought you were gonna be late?" Jack mused, lips preening in satisfaction. All he got was whiney babbles in return.
His hand traveled up to splay against her cheek, turning her face towards his own so he could press his lips onto hers. Her tongue found its way into his mouth almost immediately. Jack would’ve stopped and enjoyed it for a moment more if he didn’t know exactly what she was trying to do.
Her hips rolled again, desperately searching for any friction. He pulled away from her swollen lips, pursed his own as he slapped the tip of his hard cock against her dripping cunt. She whimpered at the sensation.
A trail of spit connected their lips, his words skidded roughly down her spine, “For someone who is so damn smart you’re sure having a tough time listening, huh?”
He dragged the tip of his cock against her again. Slower this time. Torturous. His tone was sickly sweet and bordering the kind of condescension he knew turned her on, “I’ll give you what you need if you show me you can listen. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
All she could manage was a whine and a barely there nod in response, her eyes fluttering closed. Jack swiped his thumb over her bottom lip, gently tugging her mouth open, “Eyes on me, baby.”
Her dazed eyes slowly came back to his own, a cocky smile spreading on Jack’s lips as they did. Not even 7 AM and he had her looking at him like that. He was one lucky bastard.
“Swallow.” He ordered, the same way he would if they were at work. The commanding way he knew got her worked up. He dribbled his own spit onto her tongue, cock hardening at the feeling of her throat swallowing against his headlock.
“Good job, baby. Knew my smart girl could listen.” He cooed, soothingly.
He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead and then her lips, his hand released her face and traveled back down to rub her clit. His tip rested right at her entrance.
She writhed against him, increasingly desperate for contact. Jack teasingly tutted at her best he could. He loved hearing her beg for him but he could only keep his composure for so long. He wanted her just as bad - if not more.
"Say please." He demanded.
"Please, please, please Jack." She begged. It sounded like music to his ears.
"There's my good girl. There she is." Jack murmured as he pressed kisses into her hair.
He couldn't keep his groan contained as he slid into her, "Ugh fuck mm fucking love you so much."
His pace was torturously slow for the both of them. He could feel her frustration in the way her soft, wet walls were gripping him. She tipped her head down and lightly bit onto his bicep at the stretch of him. That made Jack's head dizzy.
He dragged her free hand under his own and stopped at her sopping clit, "Touch yourself for me, baby. Wanna play with these pretty tits."
Her moan vibrated against his bicep, slobbery with her spit as he went back to kneading her tits, twisting and pinching at her nipples. He could tell she was close by the way she was squeezing him and the pace at which she was rubbing herself. God knew Jack was always fucking close when it came to her. All she had to do was breathe and he was turned on.
He knew he wasn’t gonna last long. He never did in the morning and she already had him so impossibly pent up.
"C'mon baby, want you to come with me. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?" Jack barely got the words out, his own release shuddering through him at the same time as hers, panting out yes yes yes as she did.
He collapsed down onto her boobs, placing feather light kisses on them. He didn't even bother to pull out as he wrapped his arms around her, laying right on top of her.
She pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, playing with his curls as she huffed, "How am I supposed to go to work after that?"
"Easy. You're not." Jack grumbled.
"I gotta go, baby. I am gonna be late."
"Okay. Go." Jack knew he was being petulant. She couldn't go anywhere with all of his body weight on top of her.
"Jack."
"Yes, my love?" He acted innocent, pressing more lingering kisses across her chest as he hummed.
"You're not playing fair." She whined.
"Well it's not fair that Robby gets to spend the day with you and I don't." Jack was not above pouting if it meant they got to spend the day together as they originally had planned.
"You'll see me later."
Yes, he would see her later. At the department Halloween party after shift. The department that had no idea they were actually together other than their respective best friends, Robby and Ellis.
"Yeah, but I have to behave there." He groaned at the torturous thought.
She was an attending now. They technically didn't have to hide but they figured it didn't hurt to push off going to HR. They were afraid it would impede on them being able to work the same shifts. Neither of them were ready to give that up. He didn't think they ever would be. They hoped they wouldn’t have to.
They were more than capable of keeping it professional at work. Honestly, he was probably worse the past couple years when he thought he was silently pining over her than he was now. He used to be so desperate for any time or interaction or attention he could get from her at work because that was all he got. But now he had her at home too.
"Honestly, one of us is bound to get us caught eventually." He didn’t miss her heavy implication that she meant him.
"Oh, I know you're not talking about me." Jack feigned offense and squeezed at her sides, starting to tickle her. A big grin spread across his face as the sounds of her laughter reverberated off the walls of their bedroom.
The trill of the alarm went off. Jack cursed himself for being a good boyfriend and setting it for her the night prior after she’d fallen asleep. He reluctantly moved off of her to reach for his phone and shut it off, "Saved by the bell." He grumbled.
He cleaned them both up with the tshirt she had slept in before she lazily rose from the bed. Then she gently helped him into his wheelchair. He didn't need the help. He had done it for years without her. But she had taught him to learn to accept the help. The same way he did for her. Because she loved him. The same way he did her.
They brushed their teeth together before she headed for a quick shower and Jack slipped to the kitchen to pack her breakfast. He knew she'd be rushing out the door and she wasn't missing a meal on his watch. He purposely didn't pack her lunch so he had an excuse to swing by and see her during the day.
He wheeled himself down the hallway to their shared bedroom. He could partially see her stood in front of their dresser, donned in a large tshirt she had thrown on after her shower in lieu of her robe being in the washer.
She was tugging on panties when he stopped in the doorway. She peeled off the tshirt next, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Jesus Christ Jack thought. No wonder they never got anywhere on time.
"Oh and I am the one not playing fair?" Jack nodded his chin at her naked frame.
She balled the shirt and threw it at him, laughing.
"You are such a drama queen."
"I love your brother and all but I would much rather go golfing with you."
"Well, think of it this way - at least you'll actually finish the entire round without me there." She pulled her scrubs on and passed him in the doorway. Jack wheeled himself around to follow her.
Her and Jack hadn't started golfing because they were good at it. Quite the opposite, actually. They had started because he needed a hobby that wasn't life endangering. They had continued golfing because she liked wearing cute, short golf skirts and Jack really liked watching her in them.
They usually made it about halfway through the round before one of them would get a little too handsy in the golf cart. Jack would make some dumb joke about engaging in 'fore-play' and then they'd be dragging each other home. No recollection, or really care, for whatever the score was. It was quite the understatement that Jack was happy he had swapped the SWAT hobby for golf.
She flashed around their kitchen. Gathering the bag Jack had packed for her - full of snacks and her various beverages she swore she needed to make it through every shift. He watched her fondly, savoring her while he had her. Before the Pitt sucked her in for the day.
He handed her her coffee as she plopped herself down on his lap for a moment, "Thank you." She nodded to all the stuff he had done for her that morning and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.
Jack saw his opportunity and he took it. Securing her in his lap with one arm wrapped around her waist, the other cradling her cheek. She let him deepen the kiss for a minute before she pressed her hand to his chest, murmured against his lips, "I love you but if I let this go any further then I really am gonna be late and I would like to keep this job."
She reluctantly got up. He reluctantly let her. She was a flurry of 'love you' and 'thank you' and a 'have fun at golf!' before she was out the door. Her car rumbled alive in the garage and he accepted defeat.
Her loud pop music blasted for a split second before it went quiet. The door to their garage was opened again as she burst through it, "I knew you couldn't resist me!" Jack teased.
She playfully rolled her eyes as she snagged her badge off the counter in dramatic fashion, thankful she didn't forget it. She pecked him on the lips one more time and then the house was quiet again.
Jack checked his phone for the time. Only like twelve more hours till he got to see her again.
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Jack was latching on the special prosthetic he wore for golf when his phone lit up with a text message from the Pitt ED group chat. It was from Robby.
From Robby: Documenting history - she is wearing the right uniform for once in her life. Only took like five years.
Attached was a photo of her. She sat at the hub, chatting with Donnie and ignoring Robby as she flipped her middle finger at his camera.
She had a very well known affinity for wearing anything but the black scrub top that was technically required for all physicians in the PTMC emergency department.
Jack let it slide on the night shift. Partially because that was the unspoken rule of being saddled with working the night shift. You got to wear what you wanted, your stethoscope could go around your neck, and you could eat at the hub without Dana castrating you.
But mostly for selfish reasons. She usually replaced the black scrub top with a much more form fitting Lululemon short sleeve. And if Jack was lucky and it was cold, she wore the extra sweatshirt he would bring for her. For years he pretended he brought it for himself but he ran hot.
He admitted that to her about a week into dating. She then confessed to never bringing her own sweatshirt, even though she ran cold, because she liked wearing his.
Her hair was in its usual half up half down style, clipped back and out of her face. Her undershirt was a bright, spring yellow - one of Jack's favorite colors on her. Her badge was tangled and clipped backwards against her shirt pocket. Another night shift habit. There had been one too many weirdly inappropriate patients who took a name badge as an invitation to look their doctor up through social media and ask them out.
A dopey smile tugged on his lips at the sight of her. He felt like a dork, grinning at his phone screen alone in their living room, but he couldn't help himself. Not when it came to her.
Jack Abbot loved an image
From Santos: Abbot ghosting the group chat for months and coming back just to love that picture is very on brand
From Shen: Fork found in kitchen
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Jack was supposed to be having a relaxing day at the golf course. The eight year old boy who climbed up on top of a golf cart and fell off of it onto hard pavement - had other plans.
"Kid needs an airway before he arrests." Jack announced to the room. He knew she knew that but sometimes muscle memory took over his mouth in the trauma bay.
It earned Jack a look from her. Silently asking, 'Do you think I am stupid?'. He would never make that mistake. She was the smartest person he had ever met.
They worked in tandem - like they always did. Jack called for broselow tape, a pedes cart, and to set up suction. She called for a five and half ET tube, 30 of rock and 50 of ketamine - causing Whitaker to pause his rapid movements.
"You're gonna paralyze?" He asked.
"Yep." She gloved up as she answered.
"If we can't intubate...we crike?"
"He is too young for a crike."
"Needle crike?" Whitaker suggested, his voice wavering as he realized both their options and the kid’s time were very scarce.
"Can't ventilate through that." She answered calmly. Like she had access to a solution no one else did.
"Sats down to 78." Jack interrupted. This was her trauma bay right now but again, muscle memory. He couldn't help himself. He loved working with her. Even if he was technically off of the clock.
"I need an 11 blade, Kelly, and a pedes bougie, please. One quick look and then we cut." She directed sharply but also politely. It was not lost on Jack or the rest of the staff that she never forgot her pleases and thank you's no matter the stress of the situation.
They all muttered a low fuck when the scan came up blank. Jack studied her - trying to read her next move. Normally, he could, but right now it seemed like the kid was running out of options…and time.
"Okay - towel roll between the shoulder blades, please." She requested pointedly.
"Heart rate down to 49 - headed into cardiac arrest! Trake's gonna take 20 minutes. This kid isn't gonna last 60 seconds!" Robby trilled, needing no introduction as he burst into the trauma bay.
Jack bit back his laugh at the eye roll she gave Robby’s dramatics.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. That is why we are doing a slash trake."
The air was sucked out of the room. She said it calmly. As if it was something they did everyday. Like it was as easy as an IV. They all froze, stared at her in disbelief.
"Don't know it." Jack admitted, breaking the silence. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on him. Shocked that he of all people didn't know the procedure. Especially, because she seemed to. He had been her attending for the previous four years. If she had learned this from somewhere - they just figured it had been him.
"Me neither. Boss?" Whitaker asked Robby who had taken up residence at the head of the bed.
Robby reluctantly shrugged. Seemingly thinking 'What the hell'. They had no other options, "Nope. Show me what you got, kid."
Not that she needed his permission, but she took that as her directive. Whitaker handed her the blade and in she went. Unhurried but precise. Slow is steady and steady is fast. Jack always told her that.
"Pull up the trachea between your thumb and middle finger. Vertical incision right over the trachea. Vertical. Not horizontal or you transect the trachea and cut the jugular veins."
"That's a lot of blood." Whitaker went sheet white.
"Now it's a tactile procedure. 2 centimeter incision through the tracheal rings. Finger in the trachea. Bougie into the airway. Thoughts on what's next, Dr Whitaker?"
Jack knew she noticed Whitaker's uneasiness and was purposely keeping him engaged in the job at hand with that question. That’s what made her such a great teacher. Usually people as smart as her were not good teachers. But she was. She was perceptive and empathetic and patient. Knew when to be firm but never unkind. It was one of the many, many things Jack loved about her.
"Insert the ET tube into the trachea."
She nodded her approval, "Suction. There is lots of blood in the airway."
Jack watched her study the pool of blood as it dried up. Diligently making sure it was gone before she spoke, "Okay, bag him. Check the CO2."
Her wish was his command. Jack answered, "Sats coming up. In the 80s. Bilateral breath sounds. End tidal CO2 is 70.”
“That's crazy high." Whitaker's voice shook as he spoke.
"It'll come down. Tie down the tube, control all the bleeders. Spray an amp of epi on a stack of four by fours." She showed not one sign of worry as she lifted her blood soaked, gloved hands from the kid's throat. Carefully peeling them off herself so as to not get blood on her new yellow undershirt.
"Okay, Sats are up to the 90s. Good. CO2's in the 50s. Good heart rate." Robby closed his eyes and rubbed his temples as he spoke. Jack couldn't remember the last time he had heard Robby sound that relieved.
A beat of silence and then, Whitaker blew out a huge, rattling breath. Wiping sweat off of his forehead, "You forgot the last step - change your underwear. Holy shit!"
The nerves and worry in the room fell to relief - everyone let out an exasperated, albeit tired, laugh.
"What the hell do you guys get up to on the night shift!?" Robby chuckled, hand swiping over his beard as he shook his head in disbelief.
"That was all her!" Jack shot his hands up in surrender, then pretended to bow down towards her, a proud smile plastered across his face.
"When have you done that before?" Robby asked her, genuinely curious.
"I haven't.”
Jack could have dropped to a knee and proposed right then.
The nonchalance dripping from her tone paired with the slightly cocky but mostly confident smirk on her face took him back to her first shift of her intern year. When she did an emergency reboa for the first time unattended and in the middle of the hallway during a mass casualty incident.
Jack remembered trying to look pissed off when Langdon told him. He knew he had to reprimand her - no matter how thoroughly impressed he was with her.
He wasn't even sure if he could reprimand her and she hadn't even been here for one full shift yet. That was bad. He had to prove to himself he could do it.
He marched over to her, uncharacteristically avoiding any eye contact because he knew he would fold the second she looked up at him. He leaned over her shoulder as she worked. Not wanting to make a show of it, whispered huskily, sternly into her ear, "You never should have done that on your own, ever.”
He expected her to look up at him with a scared expression. He was almost bracing himself for it. He'd reprimanded enough interns to know the kind of puppy pouty look that was coming his way. Usually, it would not phase him. But he knew with her - it would rip his heart out.
So when her eyes lifted to his, almost in amusement, and her full lips he definitely was not staring at quirked up into a barely there smirk - he was surprised. And that was to say the least.
Her curt nod had indicated her understanding but he was so thrown off by her atypical reaction he had to be sure. He leaned closer, their arms brushing, "Do you understand?"
She nodded again, kept her same expression steady like she saw right through him. Like she knew he was impressed but couldn't encourage her behavior because he was in charge. No matter how well they both knew she had performed that procedure.
She was lightyears ahead of every other intern in her year, almost everyone in the department. She was too humble to explicitly say it but they both knew it.
Jack could see the full grin fighting to appear on her pretty face. She was hiding it. Selfishly and probably unprofessionally, he wanted to see it, "But that was pretty badass. You saved a life. Good job."
And there it was. That smile. Coy and even more captivating than he remembered it being from that interview a couple months back.
It took everything in him to walk away then - but he did. Backed away like she was a hot stove he shouldn't touch. Jack knew he was in trouble the day she walked in for her residency interview but her first shift - that was the day he began free fall.
She had teased him about it a month into dating. They were stumbling into Jack's house after a nice dinner, all teeth and tongue. A little tipsy and very handsy. She had on a little black dress and had been rubbing her foot up his leg under the table all throughout dinner. How was Jack expected to keep his hands off of her?
Jack had paused his assault of his lips onto her neck and asked her if he had been too stern, genuine concern filling his face. She laughed. Said she had seen him be much more forbidding at work. Which he refuted with, "Yeah, but not to you. Never to you."
Then he pressed her back up against the hallway wall, tried to slot his mouth back on hers before she interrupted him, that same roguish grin playing on her lips.
"You literally told me good job and that it was badass."
"You have selective hearing."
"Or you have selective remembering." She practically purred in his ear, as she unbuttoned his slack pants, pulled down the zipper, and stroked his rock hard length through his boxers.
"So, I wasn't too harsh?" He was struggling to speak through the rough groan that reverberated up through his chest.
"No - it was hot."
Then she slipped out from under his hold, leaving him in the dust. Sauntered towards the bedroom as she slipped the dress straps down her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
Jack ran a hand through his silver curls. He didn’t think it was physically possible but he somehow had gotten even harder now that he knew she hadn't had anything on under that dress the whole time they had been at dinner. He could not believe this was his life.
Her words had caught him by surprise but once he had collected himself, he hurriedly followed her into the bedroom. She was already spread out for him. Leaning against his pillows - her hair a little mussed from him tugging at it, her center glistening, her lip combination smudged from Jack kissing her swollen the whole Uber ride home, and her eyes half lidded.
"I was..." Jack debated on what word to use as he stopped at the foot of the bed, admiring her. In awe, turned on, inspired - he could go on forever.
He settled on, “…impressed but I couldn’t necessarily send the message to the rest of the interns that they could start doing rogue reboas. And I was trying to prove to myself that I could treat you the same as everyone else."
She bit her lip as she giggled, teasing, “Oh yeah, how’d that work out for you?”
He held her eye contact as he kissed her ankle tenderly, before settling in between her legs, draping his body weight over hers and growling against her lips, “I’d say pretty damn good.”
Whitaker's voice took Jack out of the fond memory and back into the trauma bay.
"What do you mean you haven't done that before?" Whitaker questioned, in awe. Welcome to the club, Jack thought to himself.
"Well, not really. I just practiced in the sim lab when I was at Stanford." She shrugged, her tone respectful but almost bored - like she didn't see the big deal. Like she could have been doing something as simple as ordering lunch.
She pushed out the door with her shoulder, Jack hot on her heels, "Marry me? Please?"
"You know if you missed me so much - you could've just brought me lunch."
"Who said I didn't?"
She raised her eyebrows at him as he tugged a sandwich out from his back pocket and placed it on the hub counter in front of them. It was her favorite one from the country club's cafe.
"That's been in your pocket this whole time?”
"Well, we were a little busy. You were a little busy fucking rocking that shit in there. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Jack hissed excitedly. He was trying to keep his voice low so no one would hear him but he wanted to shout how much he loved her from the goddamn roof.
"You have something seriously wrong with you to be turned on in the trauma bay.” She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear.
“With you running around here - it wouldn’t be the first time.” He winked. He knew that always got her. She had a mutually beneficial habit of kissing on his crows feet before they went to sleep every night.
“Is that a double entendre?” His favorite little smirk of hers played on her lips. They had both gotten the other hot and bothered in the trauma bay on numerous occasions. Both intentionally and unintentionally.
“Your words - not mine, sweetheart. Now eat, please.”
She got one bite in before she was interrupted by Dana yelling about how not eating at the hub was another rule the night shift didn’t bother to follow.
They all laughed when Dana teased that Jack was a bad influence on her. Jack could read his girlfriend’s thoughts as she grinned to herself - if only Dana knew the half of it.
She got one more bite in before Javadi was tapping her on the shoulder, her big brown eyes filled with tears.
Jack studied his girlfriend closely as her face dropped - her lips curving into a frown and a crease notched between her brows. She nodded solemnly and her own eyes started to water as she followed Javadi away without another word. The pair seemed to have had a whole conversation with just their eyes.
Jack went sick to his stomach. For better or for worse, his girl did not cry often. She was unhealthily good at being able to handle the kind of trauma they experienced in the emergency department everyday.
He hadn't planned on hanging around for the rest of her shift. She was barely halfway through it and he had a text on his phone from her brother asking if 'Dr Sexy' wanted to be picked up from the ED so they could finish their golf round.
His eyes followed her across the ED. Her usual poised posture was replaced by a slight slump of her shoulders and a dragging of her feet. Her hand shook slightly as she grabbed the door handle. Jack's mind was made up as soon as she disappeared behind the patient’s door. He wasn't going anywhere until he knew she was okay.
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Jack was running out of excuses for why he was choosing to stay for a slow shift that he was not scheduled to be on when he finally spotted her at a hub computer. She rubbed a hand over her face, trying to hide the fact that she was wiping tears from her eyes. Noone else would've noticed but Jack knew her too well for that.
Jack saddled up next to her as she charted. He waited a beat, checking their surroundings before deeming them alone. He grabbed her hand that rested on her thigh. The other was busy on the computer mouse.
He just held it for a moment. Waiting to see if she would say anything. He didn't want to push her. Especially in the middle of the department. She was already on the verge of tears. His heart ached for her.
He gently squeezed her hand under the desk, dipped his head, looking for eye contact “Hey.” he murmured low.
“I’m fine.” Was all she gave him. Not turning her gaze from the computer for a second.
“Look at me.”
“I’m fine.” She grit out again. Still not even sparing him a glance. It was killing him.
“Sweetheart-“
She turned her head to him, eyes glossy and as quick as one tear dropped she wiped it away. Jack hadn’t even had a chance to lift his hand nevertheless do it himself. She stood up, pushing her chair back roughly. A juxtaposition to the way she gently, finally squeezed his hand back before icing him out again, "I am fine."
And then she was gone. Off to another patient, Jack presumed. Again, he studied her as she walked away. What the hell was going on?
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
Jack had taken a picture of the board and was studying it in the break room. He was trying to find out which patient had his girl so upset and what had happened when he heard it. Heard her. Using a tone he was thankfully, incredibly unfamiliar with.
She always teased him about his eavesdropping habit. Called him Dr Nosy. He justified himself listening in on whatever this was from the break room doorway in the name of protecting her. From what? He had no idea.
"What the hell was that?" She hissed.
Oh, she was pissed.
"That was teaching her a lesson about why we don’t bring our personal issues within these walls.”
She laughed. He didn’t.
“Oh, you’re serious?” Her tone was dry and dark and Jack was scared for Robby even if Robby wasn't scared for himself.
“Why the fuck would I be joking?!”
“Open your eyes. You’re the poster child for bringing personal issues into this ER. Is it not weird to you that as the chief of the department and residency program - you haven’t been asked for one letter of recommendation this year?"
Robby took a beat. Jack could tell by his stuttering that he hadn’t even noticed.
“I didn’t. I didnt- I don’t. That's not true. I’ve written-“
“Who’s?”
“I don’t know - I think -“
“I don’t want to hear it. All I wanna hear is you apologizing to Samira. Unless you wanna berate me for my mommy issues too? She’s dead but I’m sure you’d be able to find something.” Her words dripped with sarcasm.
To keep quiet, Jack had to clamp his hand over his mouth at that one. He forgot how feisty she could get. She could shoot to kill with her words sometimes. Never directed at Jack, of course. Or anyone without good reason. That was how Jack knew Robby deserved whatever he was getting right now. She wasn’t like this often. Jack wondered what Robby had done. Didn't matter - Jack would always be on her side.
“Hey! I know you’re a junior attending now but I am still the chief of this department!”
Robby's gruff, raised tone and the emphasis of 'junior' made Jack want to step out from his hiding place. Who the fuck cared what her title was - she was the best doctor in this place. But he stayed put. He knew she wouldn't be happy with him trying to fight her battles for her.
“Well, here is an idea - start acting like it.” Jack admired the way her voice never wavered or even raised, despite Robby's insistent pushing - hoping she would stoop down to his level.
“Robby!” Jack heard Perlah call, distantly.
“I’ll apologize to Samira. I was out of line. Are we done here? Are we good?”
“Yeah, sure." Her tone was snippy but her cadence was languid. Jack could picture her pretending to pick at her nails just to look bored and get under Robby's skin, "As long as you apologize.”
“Robby!” Perlah again, closer this time.
Jack didn't hear footsteps. Robby seemed to have stayed right in place.
“Are you waiting for an invitation?" She questioned him, "Go!”
“No apology?” Robby asked. Jack could hear the cocky ass smile through the door.
“For what? Pulling your head out of your ass? Over my dead body, Robby."
They both huffed a laugh at that. Knowing the use of his nickname was a truce. A proverbial olive branch. If they were going to run this department together for the rest of the day - they couldn’t be fighting while doing so.
“You’re starting to sound like Jack.” Robby's voice sounded more distant now. He must've been moving towards wherever Perlah needed him.
“Jack is nicer.” She wasted no time in answering. A joke laced with a bit of a warning.
Jack was nicer than her when it came to Robby. And he probably shouldn't have been. As Jack was working through his own crap, he had let Robby get away with a lot of bullshit over the years.
He wasn't proud of it. He couldn't change the past. But he could change how he acted moving forward. And that was what he had begun doing.
He made sure the coast was clear before he popped out from the doorway, “And he is also incredibly turned on.”
She jumped - startled at his voice. She placed her hand over her chest, not realizing she and Robby had had an audience, “Jesus, Jack!”
He stalked towards her. Both their shoulders now leaned against the wall as they tried to keep an appropriate distance between themselves.
“You’re hot when you’re pissed.” Jack mused.
“I’m not pissed. I’m just over his bullshit.” She grumbled.
“Okay…” Jack drawled, not wanting to argue with her, “…you’re hot when you’re over Robby’s bullshit.”
“Are you done?”
His plan was working. He could see the one dimple on her right cheek, pulling her lips into a smile like a curtain.
“I mean I can keep going. You’re hot in an infinite number of scenarios.”
There it was. That smile. It didn’t reach her eyes but it was genuine. He’d take the win, “I know what you are doing.”
“I’m not doing anything.” Jack whistled, feigning ignorance to his attempts at cheering her up from whatever was going on today.
She placed her soft hand on his bicep, “Yes, you are. And I appreciate it. Appreciate you.”
“You wanna talk about it?” His eyes bored into her own, searching for any hint he could use to make this better.
His voice was soft and warm. She had told him once that it sounded like her own personal safety blanket. He hoped that was the case now.
“Not right now. Not with everyone -“ She waved her hand around and her sentence dropped. He knew what she meant. He always did.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I blew you off earlier. At the hub. I was trying not to cry for my patient’s family and for Javadi. I knew if I talked to you about it I wouldn’t be able to...not cry.”
Her chin wobbled and that was all it took for Jack's chest to crack wide open. He knew he was one of, if not the only person, she felt safe enough to be this vulnerable with. He wore that as a badge of honor.
All he wanted to do was hold her. But he couldn’t. Not there. The break room hallway was secluded but still - not at work. Not without her permission. She had more to lose than he did. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose to stop any tears.
“Hey. I know everyone in here likes to pretend otherwise but you’re a human. It’s okay to be upset.”
“I know. I just - can you just hold me for a sec, please?”
"Hold you for a sec? Hold you for a sec!?" Jack asked low and incredulously. Like he would ever dare deny her such a thing? His arms wrapped around her instinctively.
He tugged her as tight against his chest as he could. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he held the back of her head, rubbing up and down her back with his other broad hand. She was squeezing around his waist tight, with a grip so firm on his golf polo - like he might disappear if she loosened it a bit.
“Hold you for a sec? Have you met me?” He whispered playfully into her ear, “I could hold you for the rest of my life. That would actually be my preferred way of spending it.”
He felt the ghost of a smile against his neck, then a soft kiss. He pressed slow kisses into her hair over and over again. Letting her know that he was here in this moment and would be in every other one. As long as she’d have him.
He pulled the clip from her hair and massaged her scalp. He waited as her deep, shaky breaths eventually turned to steady, peaceful ones. He felt a few wet tears against the collar of his shirt but he just squeezed her tighter. He'd hold her all the way home if she needed. For forever, really.
“Hey, kid! Robby said you were back here. Heard you gave him an earful. He deserved it. Good on ya but we need you in-“ Dana stopped as she looked up from her iPad to see them embraced.
Dana gave her a sympathetic smile as she separated herself from Jack. Dana technically didn't know they were together but Jack wouldn't be surprised if she intrinsically just knew. They weren’t exactly subtle. She'd watched everything unfold over the past couple years. She'd been witness to the mess he was years prior to that. Dana knew everything that went on in the department.
“You good, hon?” Dana asked, genuine concern lacing her features as well as her voice.
“Yeah, yeah." She blew out a breath as Jack handed her her hair clip back. He wanted to put her hair back up himself but he figured that would be pushing their luck.
She reclipped her hair, "Where do you need me?”
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Jack peeled out of the locker room in a fresh pair of scrubs from his locker. If he was going to stay all shift - he may as well change out of his golf clothes.
His next order of business was to track down his girlfriend. He had made it his own personal mission to put her smile back on her face today. He was hoping that she wouldn't be able to resist making a quip at his purposely mismatched outfit of a brown undershirt, black scrub top, and navy blue cargo pants. Probably something along the lines of, "You get dressed in the dark today, Abbot?"
He accidentally ran right into Dana as he turned the corner back into the ED. Absolutely not who he was looking for.
"Just the man I was looking for! I've got someone I need you to take a look at in Room 14."
Jack groaned inwardly. He knew he shouldn't have changed into scrubs. He wasn't here to work - he was here to make sure his girlfriend was okay.
"Dana, I'm actually looking for-"
"I know," Dana gave him a wink and patted his shoulder as she walked off, "Room 14, Abbot."
Jack yelled a thank you over his shoulder at her and was off to Room 14 as quickly as his body would carry him.
He heard her before he saw her. He pulled back the curtain, revealing her. Curled into a ball in the bedside chair, tears streaming down her face as she held a piece of paper to her knees. Her whole body wracked with sobs. He drew the curtain back over the door and swiftly made his way to her. Crouching down so he was eye level with her. His heart broke at the sight.
"Oh sweetheart, come here." He took her hair clip out again and smoothed her hair over. Standing up, he placed his hands under her armpits to lift her up just enough so he could sit down on the chair and place her side saddle in his lap.
He held her for a bit, slightly rocking her. Wiping her tears with his thumbs, and then kissing over the spots where his fingers had just been. Her arms looped around his neck, gripping the curls at the nape for dear life. His shirt collar was soaked as she cried into him.
"You're okay, baby. I've got you, let it out." He cooed into her ear. He pressed kisses to her hairline as he rubbed soothingly up and down her back with one hand and her legs with the other.
Eventually the sobs reduced to stray tears. The cries waned to hiccups. He gently gripped her chin and tilted her face up to meet his.
"What's been going on with you today?"
He felt her chin quiver in his hold. Felt his own lip reflecting her pout. He just wanted to make it all better for her. She shook her head no. Jack knew what she meant. She didn't want to not tell him. But if she did - the water works would start again. She handed him the piece of paper she had been clutching.
He was confused at first. One side of the paper was collateral that was used in the patient passports. He didn't realize until he flipped it over. The usually blank side was scrawled all over. Messy, quick penmanship. Pieces of the paper had damp circles, as if someone had cried over the letter. He didn't know if it was her or whoever had wrote it.
It was a letter from her patient's husband. Now, her patient's widow. So she had lost someone today.
The man was profusely thanking her. Explaining that their family was so thankful that she was working today. That it was her who tenderly treated his wife through her last moments. That held his hand after he lost his other half. That treated him like a person rather than just another patient satisfaction score.
Jack's eye prickled with tears as he saw the army rank scrawled next to the man's signature.
"Mm sorry" She mumbled against his chest.
Jack tugged her back a bit so he could see her face. Her red, teary eyes glassy as he cradled her, wiping her tears, "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"You have to die first. Please. I still won't be able to live without you but you can't go through that again. You won't."
Jack didn't think he could love her any more. But then again he always did tell her, "I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow." before they fell asleep every night.
He thought she was upset about losing her patient. Which he was sure she was. But now everything made much more sense. She almost never got like this over losing patients. That was what had Jack so worried. But she was so upset because she was worried about him.
"Hey-" Jack started but stopped as soon as she cuddled her face back into his neck, hiding herself.
He gently pulled her back again, holding her eye contact and cradling her squished cheeks between his hands, "You listening?"
She nodded, sniffling.
"I love you, you know that? So much. More than I ever thought was even possible. So much it literally hurts. Loving you for five minutes would be worth the pain of going through that all over again." She turned her head slightly, placing a delicate kiss onto his palm that held her face.
Jack's voice broke a bit as he continued, "Through every stage of my life, of my grief, I’ve fallen more and more in love with you. Even if I didn’t know it yet. That pain is the reason I even have you. Is the reason I even know how to love and cherish you properly. The way you deserve, okay?”
He knew she knew that was true. Everyday was all there was. She had said that to him off hand one random day. She had a way of saying the most profound things in the most simplistic of ways. Like she didn't even notice the way she could change his life with a single sentence.
Everyday was all there was. He had since internalized it. The way he adored her showed in silly ways. Like when they'd go out to eat and when the server would ask them if they wanted dessert he would say, "Of course, it's her day!"
Which of course prompted the question if they were celebrating a birthday which Jack always shut down with, "No. S'just everyday is her day."
It usually earned him an eye roll and a shy, smiley lip bite that he'd kiss away when the server left.
He adored her in the serious ways too. Listened to her deepest, darkest thoughts. Inspired her to be a better person, a better doctor. Held her when she cried - like right now.
She propped herself up, ran a hand across his stubble and then placed a gentle kiss to his lips, spoke against them, "You're not going through that again. Not if I have anything to say about it"
“What are you gonna kill me or something?”
"Jack, I'm being serious"
"And I'm being serious. Neither of us are going anywhere for a long long long time, okay?"
She nodded. Absentmindedly kissing all over his neck, jaw, and face as she held onto him. He drew shapes across her thigh that was propped up over his lap.
"Thank you." She choked out, looking up at him with those big, bright eyes he loved so much.
Jack chuckled, "For what?"
"I think it kind of hit me how much you must love me for you to open yourself up to grief like that again. I know we've talked about it. And I watched my dad go through it but holding someone’s hand as they actually went through that today - I don't know. I don't know, I don't know." She rambled. Kissed him again and then settled on, "Just thank you for loving me. It's brave. You're brave. And I knew you were brave in the traditional way. But I don't think I have fully appreciated how brave you are in here." She tapped his chest where his heart was.
"You don't ever have to thank me for loving you. It's the honor of my lifetime. It's the easiest thing I do every day. It's like breathing. I could've used her passing as a way to sulk through life. And that's what I was doing. For a decade, until a certain someone," He lightly tickled at her sides before continuing, "waltzed into Robby's office a couple years ago and told me life should come from me and not at me. You saved my life. So if anyone should be thanking anyone it's me."
"I did not save your life. You did that, Jack. I may have just happened to be there but you did all of that. Don't sell yourself short."
"I scheduled my first therapy appointment after that interview. Because of what you said." Jack admitted.
Her breath hitched in her throat. She stuttered a bit before answering, clutching at his shirt collar. "You did?"
"Yeah, I used to go up to the roof all the time before you started here. Still do sometimes. Very rarely. But I never stand on the other side of the railing."
She gasped, "You used to stand on the other side?"
"Yeah - after almost every shift."
Her eyes were blown wide. Jack sometimes forgot how bad it was before her. The version of him that does not reconcile with the better one he was today. The version that she inspired.
"You...you don't do that anymore, right?"
"No baby, I'm not an idiot. Got something to live for now. Got you to live for. Our future to live for.”
She pressed her lips against his. Harder this time, her palm traveling to hold the back of his head, fingers latching onto his curls.
She rested her forehead on his as she spoke, "Keep that in mind because even though I said you could die first - you do still have to live till at least 100."
"I couldnt keep you out of my mind if I tried. Wouldn't wanna!" Jack placed a loud, sputtering kiss to her cheek. Popping off with a pucker that made her giggle. Finally Jack thought. He had desperately missed that sound all day.
"Smooth, Abbot."
Jack rubbed his hand up her back until one arm slung around her shoulders and the other pressed her bent legs tighter into his chest. He hugged her as tight as he could, rocked her back and forth in his lap, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
"I really love you. Like so much." She mumbled into his neck, placing a couple kisses there like she always did.
Jack hummed at the sensation and then laughed, "I know, baby. I love you too."
He held up the letter between two of his fingers, "Seems like you've got a way with widowed veterans."
"Only the old, disabled ones." She giggled.
He lightly pinched her thigh, "Well, now I know you're feeling better if you're making old jokes."
There was a slight knock on the door. She told him it was Dana. Dana had saw the man give her the letter and figured she would need some privacy to read it. Dana told her she'd hold the room for her as long as she could and that she would knock when time was up.
Jack lightly patted her ass to get her up. Hands not really ever leaving her body, just settling against her waist as they both stood up, facing eachother.
Jack stepped closer, hands sliding from her waist to the ends of her stethoscope at her chest.
He tugged, pulling her in as close as she could get by the ends of her stethoscope, “You know wearing your stethoscope like that is a choking hazard.”
That pulled a real smile from her. Jack's heart soared. It even reached her eyes as she rolled them at him. He wore his stethoscope the same way constantly - she had gotten the habit from him.
“You’re a choking hazard.” She mused at him.
“You could say that again, baby” His hands moved up to cradle her neck, thumbs lightly pressing on her throat as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips
She whispered against his lips grinning hard, putting her hands in his cargo pant pockets before kissing him again, “You’re such a dork.”
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
"Don't let him rub his loser off on you." Dr Ellis smacked Jack on the shoulder as she jutted her chin towards Robby. The whole crew had been giving the two older men shit for not wearing costumes to the Halloween party.
"You do realize you are in my house drinking my liquor, yes?" Robby laughed - playing along and in a much better mood than he had been earlier in the day.
They had all piled into Robby's kitchen after their shift. The locker room didn't leave much space for a costume contest so everyone was sizing eachother up now as they unpacked various food items across Robby's counter.
Jack wasn't surprised when his and everyone else's phones buzzed with a message from Shen in the Pitt groupchat. It was Shen’s turn to miss the Halloween party this year. They all took turns working it every year. He had to imagine Shen was bored at the Pitt.
His suspicisons were proven correct. There were a chorus of 'huh's' and 'what's?' as everyone was left confused by Shen's message. It was a response to the photo of her that Robby had sent this morning.
From Shen: You know impersonating a medical doctor is a felony
All she responded with was a bunch of ‘???????’
From Shen: Didn't know Abbot was on the sched today
Jack answered that he wasn’t. Shen sent a zoomed in photo of the one Robby had sent that morning. The one of her flipping him off. It was zoomed in on her badge. Or in this case, Jack’s badge.
The badge was tangled and clipped backwards against her shirt. But the way she was leaned forward tilted the badge - showing just enough of a headshot that was unmistakably Jack.
From Shen: Can't believe no one on day shift caught this all day. Y’all are a bunch of rookies. Run me my money ASAP. If I can't be at the party at least I can win the betting pool
Jack gasped. He heard her suck in a breath also. Both of them falling into nervous giggles as everyone stared back at them. He figured they weren't shocked that they were a couple. It was kind of an open secret that they had had it bad for eachother the past couple years. But he figured they were all shocked that Jack finally had the balls to do something about it.
The silence didn’t last for long before people were clapping them on the back, shouting “I knew it!”, and exchanging money.
Jack looked over at her, shrugging. A smile cracked his lips as he pointed at her from across the island where she was standing in her matching Cheetah Girls costume with Dr Ellis, "And you said I was gonna be the one to get us caught!”
Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline as she reached into her bag. She dug out the badge and lightly tossed it at Jack, feighning offense at his accusation, "This is your fault for rushing me this morning!"
Robby intercepted the badge. He clipped it on himself as he clipped his own onto Jack, "See - now we have costumes."
She crossed her arms, still adorably faking mad as she leveled at the two of them, "Impersonating a medical doctor is a felony."
"You would know." Jack winked and slid both her and Dr Ellis drinks across the island.
They both took a sip as Jack rounded the counter, slinging his arm around her shoulders as she groaned into his chest, hiding from everyone's hoots and hollers.
"Thank god. Now I can publically berate you for stealing my roommate." Dr Ellis smacked Jack lightly again, teasing. All three of them laughing as "You guys live together!?" echoed throughout the kitchen.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
Everyone interrogated them for the better part of the party before families began to arrive and people started to disperse amongst Robby's first floor.
Jack's leg had been bugging him. He had been sat in one of the chairs in Robby's living room, thanking Dana for her help earlier today before she had gotten up to get herself a refill.
His face lit up at the sight of his girlfriend entering the room. He nodded at her, silently asking her to come sit with him. She didn't need to be asked twice. She sat on the arm of the chair but that wasn't close enough for Jack. He didn't have to pretend anymore. He pulled her down onto his lap - her arm wrapping around his shoulders.
They sat like that in silence for a bit. Just watching Cassie with Harrison. Princess with her new baby girl. Langdon with his two kids.
She mumbled into his ear. He could tell she was a little buzzed but definitely not drunk, "Kinda want one."
He stilled, his hand that was around her waist pausing the mindless shapes he had been tracing on her hip, "You do!?"
She chuckled breathlessly and then shrugged, "Yeah. Being a mom was the furthest thing from my mind but then...you happened. I thought maybe I didn't want kids but now I realize I just didn't want kids that weren't yours."
"I’m obsessed with you, ya know that?”
"So you don't think I am crazy for bringing that up four months in at our work Halloween party?"
Jack laughed, kissed her hard, "Oh no, you're definitely crazy," she giggled, lightly smacked his shoulder, "but fortunately for you - so am I. It's all I've been dreaming about for the past month or so. I didn't want to pressure you by telling you."
Jack froze again, speaking before she could even respond, "Wait - I have to plan a proposal first. You wanna get married, right?"
"No, I moved into your house for the ADA accommodations." She deadpanned.
"God, I want nothing more than to marry you and your smart ass mouth."
He kissed her into a fit of giggles, squirming all over his lap as his fingers ghosted up her sides, threatening to tickle. She did her best to speak through the laughter, "Is this all because of the slash trake?"
"Don't remind me of that - I'm gonna get turned on and you're already not helping." His arm that was wrapped around her waist tightened, stopping her from wiggling around in his lap.
He was already half hard at just the mere thought of her wanting to have his babies. He did not need the extra motivation while they were still in public.
"You wouldn't change your last name right?"
"Wouldn't dream of it. I don't recall you going through med school twice."
"Just wanted to make sure..." Jack's voice had a teasing lilt to it, "...you did practice all day as Dr Jack Abbot with my badge."
"You're annoying." She groaned.
Jack shrugged, placing a chaste kiss to her cheek, "We'll work on those vows."
"Are you gonna take me home and practice putting a baby in me or what?" She whispered, shifting so her ass was now fully on top of his bulge. To everyone else, they looked innocent but Jack was well aware of what she was up to.
They both knew she had an IUD. Didn’t mean Jack still didn’t choke on his sip of beer at her words.
"Can you behave?" He managed to wheeze out, squeezing her hip in warning.
"I mean...I could..." Her hand lifted from where it had been massaging the nape of his neck. Jack grabbed her wrist and placed it politely in her lap before she could tease him any further. He didn't even know where she was planning on putting that hand but he didn't want to find out until they were in private.
"I hate you." He sing-songed lowly, half hard as she began to make her way to standing.
She ran a seemingly innocent hand over his bulge in the transition - to 'steady' herself she had said. Jack hissed quietly. She giggled, sweetly kissed his cheek and then whispered, "Somehow, I am not convinced!" before running off to wherever Ellis was calling for her.
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Jack found himself in the same position he had been in the previous morning. And every morning before that for the past couple months. A position he was oh so fortunate to be in. A position he had quite literally dreamt of.
He was halfway still asleep with her cuddled up against him. Except his dreams had been far more R-rated last night than the night prior.
His brain had fixated less on the kids and more so on how the kids were made. She was still fast asleep, he didn’t want to wake her up. He was doing his best not to get hard again but his brain couldn’t stop replaying last night.
Her breathy moans of his name - chanted for what felt like a heavenly eternity. His filthy words. She had a way of bringing that out in him.
“You’re such a tease, you know that? Would punish you if I didn’t want to fill you up so bad.”
She had dropped to her knees the second they made it through the front door last night - begging for him to fill her mouth before he filled her belly.
“So proud of you. Look at you. Taking me so well. Gonna look so pretty with my baby in your belly. Fuck these tits milky full. Just want you so. fucking. full.”
He’d enunciated his last couple words with each thrust of his hips. Every press of his lips against hers. Glued together from their foreheads down to their toes. They would crawl into eachother’s skin if they could.
“Want me to fuck a baby into you, huh? Gonna be a good girl and make me a daddy?”
She had begged him to fuck his cum back into her. He happily obliged as he pressed kisses to the corners of her teary eyes. She told him she had dreamt about this the previous night - was the reason she had woken up dripping for him.
“I’ll give it to you, baby. You know I will. Give you anything. Give you the whole fucking world - I love you.”
None of it was a lie. Or even an exaggeration. He would give her anything. She was his everything. He was too lost in thought. Hadn't realized she was awake until the sun reflected off of her phone screen, almost blinding him.
He trailed kisses up her neck, "What are you doing?"
She placed her phone back on the nightstand. Turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her leg over his hip, "I just made an appointment to get my IUD taken out."
"For when?" Jack's smile was so bright the sun was probably reflecting off of him now. This was really happening.
"Six months from now."
He settled a hand on her upper thigh, squeezed it. He could barely get the words out before she was kissing him senseless, "Sounds like we’ve got a wedding to plan."
Their life was a dream.
Update on five stages part 2 if anyone cares because I know I said it would be out by now - it is coming tomorrow!! I thought it would be tonight but I was traveling all weekend and just came home to my wifi being out 🙃
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THE FIVE STAGES; dr jack abbot x dr!reader
PART TWO
words: 13.3k
content warnings: 18+!!!! Gets quite smutty, fluffy, jack abbot invented YEARNING, age gap!!!, no use of Y/N
notes: i know this one sounds kinda depressing but i promise its fun and funny and flirty and it’s my favorite one ive ever written!! also debating on making an ao3 account - should i?
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Jack Abbot was unfortunately intimately familiar with the 5 Stages of Grief. Depression, Bargaining, Denial, Anger, Acceptance.
He grieved his leg at the ripe age of 31 - courtesy of an IED in the desert of Afghanistan.
He began grieving his late wife the following year at 32 - courtesy of an arrogant, misogynistic emergency medicine resident.
At 33, he grieved the life he thought he was going to have while he started a new one. No longer a husband, but a widow. No longer an army medic, but an Emergency Room attending at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center.
Sometimes when he would come back to the empty home he bought at 34, the ghosts of that life were louder than any silence he thought he could drown out with the police scanner.
Jack Abbot knew the 5 Stages of Grief like the back of his hand.
In hindsight, he didn’t know how he didn't realize the 5 stages in which he fell in love with her were quite similar. A mirror of his grief refracted through a lens of unconditional love.
depression
If someone would have asked Jack at the time, he wouldn't have admitted he was depressed. He truly didn't think he was.
He didn't need therapy to deal with his trauma. His wife passed away a decade ago. His leg, or lack thereof, the constant reminder of the time he gave up while he had her on this earth - was physically healed. As much as it was going to be anyways. So therefore he was mentally healed. As much as he thought he was going to ever be anyways.
He'd been running on autopilot. It carried him from but mostly to the emergency room at PTMC. It's what made him stop at the unfamiliar sight of Gloria in his ED. This was why he didn't work the day shift. He never wanted to deal with all of the bureaucratic administrative bullshit. The only business Jack Abbot was ever interested in was the one of saving lives. Gloria hadn't even opened her mouth and Jack already knew that Robby was going to owe him one.
"Dr Abbot! Wonderful timing. I have a residency interview waiting in Robby's office for you."
Now Robby really owed him one. "Doesn't Robby usually..." Jack scratched at the back of his neck, still confused as to why Gloria had involved herself, and now him, in a residency interview, "...facilitate those?"
Gloria gave a curt nod before glancing around them, as if checking to make sure they would not be overheard. She lowered her voice as she spoke, "Yes but I specifically scheduled this one when I knew you were covering. She is the best candidate we have ever had and probably ever will. I cannot risk Robby running her off."
Right. The Adamson of it all. There was a joke in there somewhere about Jack being considered the stable one in the ED. He guessed he must be. He had become fairly good at presenting an even keeled, calm front. He still had kind of felt like a mess in every other area of his life but the ED was the one place he was the furthest from one. It's where he solved the mess instead of becoming it.
She shoved a printed resume into Jack's hands before she was off. Back up to her ivory tower. He took a look as he strode over to Robby's office. Full ride to Stanford for both her undergraduate and medical degree.
For once, he agreed with Gloria. What the hell did this candidate want to do with PTMC?
He asked her as much as he sat across the desk from her, brow furrowed in genuine curiosity. Residency interviews usually went one of two ways. The candidate was either far too cocky or so nervous they barely got a complete sentence out.
She struck the balance. She was confident. More so than some of his residents who had been out on the floor that day. She wore a dark gray wool sweater and maxi skirt set. The monochrome was only cut by the deep maroon of her belt, tights, heels, and purse. Her long hair was slicked back into a simple pony tail and her makeup was minimal, if any.
It wasn't the typical look of a medical student on a residency interview. Still completely appropriate, but far less stuffy and much more self assured.
Jack wouldn't know good style if it had slapped him in the face but he did know what hers revealed to him about herself. It was the kind of style that someone who knew who they were had. Who had spent time getting to know what they liked. Whether it was what they were reading, listening to, watching, or doing. Her style wasn’t an afterthought but she carried it with a quiet confidence that let everyone know she was not overcompensating for anything either.
It was a demeanor and style that was derivative of having a life outside of medicine - which was quite uncommon for medical students and residents alike. It was completely foreign to Jack. It intrigued him. She intrigued him.
Her body language was relaxed but respectful. One leg crossed over the other as she leaned back into the wooden chair that was probably older than she was, hands clasped in her lap. Jack doubted her heart rate had reached over 65 the whole time she had been in there.
She took a beat to answer his question which also intrigued Jack. She was not rushing to answer just to fill space. She seemed to be comfortable with the time silence gave her to craft intentional responses. Why PTMC?
A ghost of a smile that looked like it might be haunted by one appeared on her face, "My family is here."
"That's it?"
"Do you want the practiced professional answer that every other interviewer has gotten or do you want the real one?"
Jack bit back a grin at her bluntness. Ignored the stirring in his stomach that made him feel special that she may share something about herself with him that she hadn't with anyone else. He tells himself to Get. A. Grip.
"I am sure the absolute best residencies in the country are foaming at the mouth to land you and you want to come here because of your family? Give me the real reason." He let his smirk slip through as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, "I'm a captive audience after all."
The airy laugh that he got out of her almost knocked him out of his seat. What was wrong with him? He had a feeling she didn't just hand out a laugh as ethereal as that one. That she was not the kind of woman who just giggled because it was the part of the conversation where she'd been socialized to appease the man speaking that he was funny. She seemed far too smart for that. For probably everyone in the building. For him, especially.
"I have already been away in California for eight years. I could have fifty years left with my dad and my brothers and my sister in laws and my nieces and nephews or they could be gone next week," she uncrossed and recrossed her legs before continuing. Didn't rush before speaking again, "I don't want to build an unguaranteed future alone and then have no one to share it with when I get there. I wanna spend time with them now."
Jack's adam's apple bobbed in his throat. His eyes burned as he fought to hold back tears. It must have been some kind of cruel joke that right then his phantom limb pain wanted to shoot up through his thigh. Like a reminder of the time he spent wasting while he had his wife alive.
He had joined the army to become a doctor debt free. Then he had spent all of their marriage overseas, saving money for a life they never even got to spend together. He had borrowed time from the future that didn't even exist. And all he had to show for it was ironically - more money - monthly life insurance, disability, and veteran affairs checks. Oh and one and a half legs.
He blinked rapidly. He was not about to cry at work. Nevertheless while he was conducting a residency interview. He diverted the conversation away from himself, "You didn't mention your mom."
"She died. When I was a teenager, about ten years ago. After coming here actually," She coughed out a dry laugh that sounded like she dragged it up through her throat, kicking and screaming. Awfully different to the one Jack had floated out of her moments prior, "She was pregnant and they sent her away without so much as a full consultation. Just chalked her symptoms up to pregnancy and she died from an aortic dissection later that night."
Jack wanted to vomit at the almost exact recountance of how his wife had died. He was so focused on not emptying his breakfast onto Robby's desk that a tear slipped - the first in probably years.
"Oh, Dr Abbot. I didn't mean to make you emotional. I can go back to the professional answer any time you want." Another scoffed laugh, her eyes full of compassion but no tears, "Trust me - it's probably easier for both of us."
Jack really never talked about his late wife anymore. He liked to tell himself he was healed. He most definitely didn't talk about it at work. But he found himself wanting to then - with her, "No it's just - my late wife - she died the same way, about a decade ago. I was away on a stupid bachelor party trip and she didn't want to worry me so she didn't call me about it and then she, uh, never called again."
"Jesus - I am so sorry, Dr Abbot."
He noticed, appreciated, the way her head didn't tip and her eye contact didn't waver. She was not expressing her condolences out of pity or not understanding but of exactly the opposite. She knew exactly how he felt. He ignored the way his heart jumped out of his chest at the thought.
God, Robby really owed him one.
"Thank you - I am sorry about your mom. I am just impressed you still wanna work here. I could never work in the hospital that did that to my wife. The couple years after she passed - I could barely work here."
"Well, the other option was becoming one of those weirdos who swears off doctors and hospitals and science."
Jack tilted his chin at her in consideration, rubbed at the scruff there, and let out a sputtering laugh, "Are you sure that is the only other option?"
He pulled another light chuckle from her and he exhaled. Truly exhaled. For the first time in maybe ten years - like he had been underwater for so long he had forgotten what fresh air felt like.
"This is my way of letting her live on through me. To do something about what happened to her rather than using it as an excuse to sulk through life. I wanna see life as something that comes from me and not at me."
She picked at the lining of her purse that was perched in her lap. The first sign of potentially any nerves. The first time he realized that he was getting the true her. Not the front she must put up for interviews. It didn't seem much different - just a little more vulnerable.
Jack could talk. So much so he had a reputation for it in the ED. He was no stranger to being on the receiving end of a 'God do you ever shutup?' so he was a bit stunned that she had managed to shock him into silence.
He hugged his crossed arms closer to his chest as if that was even possible and just stared.
She cracked a smile, back to what was seemingly her calm and confident self, "Too esoteric for a residency interview?"
"Oh no. Not at all. I just..." Jack couldn't seem to find the right words to tell her that she had just reframed his entire outlook on his life and his grief in one sentence so he settled on, "...I uh never really thought of it that way."
"Me neither. But I have an excellent therapist."
"I will have you know, if you choose to do your residency here, I do not make it a habit of trauma dumping on my residents like I did on you today."
"I think I started that, Dr Abbot. But since I made you cry - does that mean I am in?"
That earned a genuine cackle out of Jack. A cackle. A kind of sound he wasn't even sure he was capable of making anymore but the bright, beaming smile she reciprocated made him want to do it for the rest of his life.
Maybe he owed Robby one.
Jack tried not to think about her as he got the old laptop down from his hallway closet later that night. He may never even see her again. He ignored the fact that that thought made him sick to his stomach.
Tried not to think about how Gloria had never ever personally been the residency candidate welcome committee until today while he googled 'Veteran, disabled, widower therapists near me'.
He tried not to think about how she looked the best anyone has ever looked in that emergency department as he murmured to himself, "God, that's a depressing search."
He tried not to think about how she had the most beautifully intriguing brain of anyone who had ever stepped foot into that hospital, potentially his entire life, as he booked his very first therapy appointment.
bargaining
"Remember when you told me you didn't make it a habit of trauma dumping on your residents?"
Jack didn't even have to look at her to know there was a huge smirk plastered on her face. She had been his resident for a little over a year. Although, it had taken much less time for the ribbing to start.
"Telling you about how Shen won't stop calling me 'Unc'," Jack had put air quotes around the Gen Z slang term as he continued, "is not trauma dumping."
"You seem pretty traumatized by it. You've only brought it up 85 times this shift."
"And to think - I was gonna ask you to a research breakfast after this." Jack nudged his shoulder gently with hers, tried his best to stave off the grin that played on his lips.
"And to think! You're going to anyway, old man." She nudged him right back, a little less gentle causing him to turn his shoulders and gaze towards her, feigning shock and offense.
That got the exact reaction he was fishing for - a big bright smile, loud laugh, and a second or so more of eye contact that he wouldn't have had a reason to justify otherwise.
What can he say? When it came to her - he was greedy.
"You two! I would prefer to get the hand off completed before you're both back on shift tonight. I swear you're like young and dumb medical students after shift sometimes." Dana chastised them but not without a hint of a smile.
Dana had known Jack for over ten years at this point. Seen him in a lot of different moods; but never as happy as this.
"Well, I'm young." She emphasized the 'I' with a smirk and pointed the finger that she had aimed at herself over at Jack, "He is just being dumb."
Jack barked a laugh. A sound that was no longer so foreign to him. No longer so foreign to everyone else in the ED.
He didn't miss the knowing glance Dana shot his way, a grin fighting to appear on both of their faces. He did his best to give Dana a look that said that he wasn't hopelessly infatuated with his resident. That he enjoyed spending time with each of his residents equally. He was not entirely sure he convinced Dana. He wasn't even good at convincing himself.
He could take her to breakfast if it was to help her with her research. It was most definitely not to see how many times he could pull a laugh from her. Bonus points if he got a nose scrunch or an accidental spit take of the orange juice that was already half way down her throat.
He could bring her a coffee every shift if it was to ensure his best resident was energized for her shift. It was not because of the way she looked up at him with her bright, big eyes through her lashes and said "Thank you, Dr Abbot!" like it was some sort of melody. If he started buying coffee for Dr Ellis and Dr Shen as well to make his affection less obvious - what was the difference?
He could let her do a pericardiocentesis way before anyone else her year probably should have if it was to improve her education. And because she truly was ready. He'd have bet his entire career that she was better at it than all of the surgical residents upstairs. Which meant it wasn't so totally obvious that he was staring at her in awe all of the time. Because when she was doing shit like that - everyone was. Being able to guide her hands through a procedure was just a bonus. Even if there were latex gloves between them.
He could bring extra food to shift, knowing she was going to eat half of it, if it was because he wanted to ensure his best resident was properly fueled and empowered to do her job to the best of her ability. He kept it to himself that he drove to a grocery store thirty minutes out of his way to get the specific kind of candy he knew she liked.
He could drive her home if it was to ensure his smartest resident got home safe. It was totally not because he got to spend more time with her. He definitely didn't take the long way to her apartment and he went exactly the speed limit because that was what was safe. Not because it meant extra time with her. No one else needed to know that he went at least fifteen over when she wasn't in his passenger seat.
No one also needed to know that he bought an aux cord just for her because he loved to hear what kinds of songs she liked. He definitely didn't have a playlist compiled of them all that he listened to at home now instead of his police scanner.
denial
She had been his resident for a bit over two years now and the ED was Q word tonight. No one had said it but the combined time they had all spent fucking around at the hub proved it.
Shen was on his fifth tiktok trend of the night. He thought he was being inconspicuous about the amount of time he had been spending with Javadi but his new found interest in the social media app gave him away. Jack couldn't really say anything to his new junior attending about the dangers of falling for someone that you were the superior to without blowing up his own soft spot for a certain resident.
So Shen was on his fifth tiktok trend of the night and he had roped her in.
Jack thought he knew all of her secret talents by now but he watched from behind her, amused and hands tugging at his stethoscope looped behind his neck, as Shen played various Britney Spears songs to see how quickly she could guess them.
She hadn't needed more than 3 seconds for any of them.
Then they were busy for an hour or so. A couple drunk twenty somethings with some concussions and laceration repairs - nothing too crazy. And then they were back at central. The quiet was interrupted by a gasp from Dr Shen. Which was quickly followed by Dr Ellis looking over his shoulder at his phone and then both of them dying laughing.
"I don't even want to know." Jack threw his hands up in surrender.
"Oh, yes you do! You're going viral for being hot!" Shen exclaimed.
"I don't know what viral means if it’s not to do with an infection and I already know that I’m hot thank you very much." Jack didn't even glance up from his charting as he spoke.
“For being hot and being hopelessly in love.” Ellis clarified.
That got Jack's attention. He got up, snatched Shen's phone out of his hand as he muttered, “I am not hopelessly -" he didn't even want to give the accusation a real denial to validate it, "-let me see that.” He pressed play.
It was ironic that he had been telling himself he needed to start schooling his expressions when it came to her when the same dopey smile and enamored eyes he had going in the video were on his face as he watched the video.
He knew Shen and Ellis were monitoring his reaction closely but he couldn't help but let out a laugh at the part of the video where he had guessed the song 'Lucky' before she had.
She had whipped around in the spinning chair so fast - her hair had stuck to her glossed lips, "How the hell do you know that?!" she asked surprised, a wide smile taking over her face.
Jack shuffled around in his wide stance, large hands going from the ends of his stethoscope to clasped behind his back, his chin tilted up at her as he spoke with a drawl, "I let you play your music when I drive you home, don’t I?”
In the moment, Jack had missed what was caught on camera - the knowing smirk Dr Ellis had leveled at Dr Shen off camera as she said, “Oh, I’m sure you do.”
Jack's rebuttal hadn't even had a chance to leave his mouth before Shen and Ellis were reading the comments aloud, taking turns as they went.
"WHOOOO DAT IN THE BACK!?"
"Paging Doctor biceps in the back"
"Close enough. Welcome back Lexie grey and mark sloan"
"What in the greys anatomy"
"Do the two doctor sexys know that age gap august is upon us"
"If she doesn’t wanna bite on his biceps I will"
"Does that girl know she has 30mins to claim that man before I do"
"He does not play about her!"
"A man who YEARNS is a man who EARNS"
"Dr sexy is down bad for the other doctor sexy"
"Where is this emergency room at … for research purposes"
"I want Doctor sexy to look at me like that"
"Okay, I don’t look at her like anything!" Jack hissed low in a whisper, hoping to a god he did not believe in that she was still busy with the drunk college kids and was not hearing any of this.
"Well, you definitely don’t look at me like that." Shen laughed, sucking on his Dunkin straw even though nothing had been left in his cup for hours.
"I look at you all the same." Jack deadpanned. He sat back down at his computer. An attempt to get back to charting. But not before taking a sweep of the ED and making sure she was nowhere within earshot. Not that Shen and Ellis were making it easy with their hysterics.
"Bro - if you looked at me like that I would call HR. She's just into it."
“Into what?" She asked monotonically, not even looking up from her iPad as she approached the rest of the night shift crew at the hub.
“Nothing!” Jack barely got out, grumbling and exasperatedly running a hand through his silver curls as he got up from his computer and went to chairs.
He didn't miss the raise in her brows as she looked at Shen and Ellis, silently asking 'What the hell is up with him?'.
He couldn't tell you the last time he voluntarily went out to chairs but he was hoping his fair Irish skin would be finished betraying him with the pinkness in his cheeks, ears, and neck by the time he made his way back to central.
He knew it was only a matter of time before Shen and Ellis showed her the video and he did not want to be there when they did.
So he missed the flush in her cheeks, ears, and neck that had been identical to his.
And her slightly embarrassed, definitely exaggerated, "You guys stop - he is literally our boss."
"But you're not not into it?" Ellis had pushed. If anyone was getting it out of her, it was Ellis. They had been attached at the hip since their residency began.
"It doesn't matter if I'm into it. He is our boss! He is not into it."
"God, for someone so smart you are so stupid sometimes."
Jack had waved Shen off when Shen had come out to chairs to tell him about that interaction, practically vibrating with excitement. Or maybe that was the caffeine. Jack had parroted her, tried to make a joke of it all. Said something along the lines of, "I know you guys like to pretend otherwise but I am your boss."
But once Jack was home, black out shades drawn and snug in his bed, he couldn't wipe the huge, stupid grin off of his face.
anger
Jack was not an angry man. Never had been. Very few things on this earth made him genuinely angry - one of them being the annual hospital gala. Every year they were trotted out as show ponies to raise money that the ED would never even see. You can't save patients with empty compliments and an open bar.
He had managed to avoid it the past couple years - always worked instead. So when he saw he wasn't scheduled to work the night of this year's gala, he printed out the schedule and marched right over to Robby's workstation to rectify what was surely a mistake.
"Why am I not scheduled to work tomorrow? I didn't even check the schedule until now because I just assumed that my friend would do me a solid because he owes me one-"
"Because you have to go to the gala, man." Robby interrupted Jack's rambling.
"What part of 'you owe me one' did you not understand?"
"Did you happen to see who else is not scheduled?"
Neither of them had to say anything for them both to know who's name Jack was scanning that piece of paper for.
Robby clapped him on the back, satisfied with a smile on his face as he walked away, "Go home and rest, Romeo. You got a big date tomorrow night - you’re welcome!"
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So again, Jack was not an angry man. Never had been. But he had decided to add a new line item to the short list of things that made his blood absolutely boil. The thing being every single young, conventionally attractive, rich, tall surgeon working in his hospital hitting on his resident at this stupid fucking gala.
They hadn't even made it to dinner yet and he was sure she'd been approached over ten times. Jack had to step away after the most recent one - under the guise of getting a drink.
Jack unfortunately was very familiar with this particular suitor of hers. She was well into her last year of her residency and it had not been an uncommon occurrence for Dr Harvard from cardio thoracic surgery to make any and every excuse to come down and consult when she was on shift.
Jack made a conscious effort to forget his name. Shen and Ellis loved to remind him of it.
They'd tease him about it. They'd say that there was a plus side to it all. They never had to wait long on a cardiac surgery consultation anymore. But selfishly, Jack would wait fucking years if it meant he was chatting her ear off instead of Mr Harvard.
Jack wasn't naive. She was practically glowing. She always was. She always looked beautiful. Before tonight, he basically only ever saw her with no makeup on, hair a mess, wearing hospital issued scrubs and he still thought she was the most gorgeous person alive.
But tonight. Tonight, Jack was surprised he did not end up as a patient in his ED the first moment he had laid eyes on her. Her hair was carefully curled, framing her perfect face that was painted with just the right amount of makeup. Her lashes were more prominent than usual, her cheeks more flushed and her lips a bit more pink and a lot more glossy.
And then her dress. That damn dress. It was vintage because of course it was. Of course, she found time to vintage shop on top of the grueling hours she put in at the ED. Even in her last year of residency, she had never lost sight of being her own person both in and outside of work.
The dress reminded Jack of something from the prohibition era - celebratory. He was trying not to be so obvious in his celebration of how the structured seams of the powder blue silk created a corset shape that wasn't too tight for a work function but definitely was tight enough to have his imagination wandering.
With delicate lace panels towards the bottom of her dress and the swooping off the shoulder neckline with draped cap sleeves - Jack was being a sap but she looked like she had stepped out of a romance movie. Or off of a runway.
It was the kind of dress that reminded him of when they first met. He loved getting glimpses of her like this. Of who she was outside of the ED.
She had said she found the dress at a second hand shop on consignment. After that he had spent most of their evening dreaming about what it would be like to hold her hand and watch her shop.
Get to see the process of how she selected what she liked. Get to bring her hand up to his lips and kiss it - knowing that he was one of those things that she liked. Maybe even loved. And of course, buy everything her gaze lingered on even when she insisted not to. Especially then.
So Jack was not naive. He knew she was absolutely, positively stunning. He knew even beyond that - she was kind and funny and fucking whip smart. Smarter than anyone he had ever met and in so many different ways. If he could move into her brain - he would. So he was not naive enough to think other men wouldn't flirt with her. They would be fools not to. He just wished he could be the reason they wouldn't.
He sipped his old fashioned and did his best to pretend like he was looking anywhere but at her and Mr Harvard. He can't imagine that he was very successful. A ding from his phone took him out of his misery.
From Shen: Yo - i know you hate that gala shit. Kinda bogus robby made you go. Thought you guys were friends. Anyway, can you come help? Ellis has got a hot date. Or so she says
Jack had never been more thankful to receive a weird text from Shen in his life. He replied with a quick 'On my way' before taking one last glance over at her.
He sighed at the sight of her digging through her purse for something. He couldn’t see her expression but he sure could see Mr Harvard's. Dude couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face. Jack wished he could do it for him.
Okay chill, he reminded himself. As much as he wanted to, he figured it would be rude to interrupt her to say goodbye. She probably didn’t want her old attending cock blocking her anyways.
Jack set his half finished drink on the bar counter along with a $20 tip and turned on his good heel. He had his hands on the cold metal of the event venue's door when he heard his favorite voice behind him.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
Jack turned to see her and the sight made him melt. Arms crossed over her chest, brow furrowed, and lips in a stern line that was slowly slipping into a pout.
"Shen and Ellis need a cover."
"And when were you planning on telling me?" Her hands moved to her hips. Jack's hands flexed at his sides. All he wanted to do was kiss the sass out of her. But he couldn't. She was still his resident. And probably not even interested in him.
"You seemed busy. We haven’t even eaten dinner yet." Jack's response earned an eye roll out of her.
Before he could even blink, her arm threaded under his own - grabbing his bicep, "I'm coming with you."
Who was Jack to argue with that?
"How'd you get out of your conversation with Mr Harvard?"
Another dramatic eye roll. He loved it. Then the prettiest little smile he had ever seen.
"Told him my mean, scary boss said we had to leave."
He couldn't decide his opinion regarding the short walk to his SUV in handicapped parking. One part of him was thankful. He wouldn't be shocked if he had burnt holes in his suit jacket from the way his skin had heated up under her feather light touch. The blush was sure to creep up into his cheeks any moment now.
On the other hand, he could walk for miles if it meant she was touching him the whole way. She stopped at his passenger car door and turned to look at him.
"Mean, scary boss huh?" was all Jack could get out while he was under her gaze. It sounded like he had dragged his words through gravel on their way out. But with the way her eyes still shone in the moonlight and the fact that they were solely trained on his own - he was lucky he managed to get any words out at all.
"The scariest." she winked. She fucking winked. Jack had never been more thankful that he had metal for a leg because if he didn't - his legs were sure to have wobbled out from beneath him right then.
His hands were stuffed into his slack pockets. He didn't trust himself for them to be anywhere else. Her hands had given him a moment of reprieve. No longer lightly squeezing his bicep. But now they trailed up his chest, stopping to pretend to fix his tie even though Jack knew it was perfect. Military habit. Didn't matter - she could do whatever the hell she wanted if it involved touching him.
His breath hitched at her touch. He hoped she didn't notice.
"He cleans up nice though - makes up for all the mean and scary."
"Did your mean, scary boss mention you look beautiful tonight." Jack kept his hands in his pockets but took an experimental step forward. Was this really happening? Was she really hitting on him?
It was almost as if she had heard his inner monologue. Wanted to make her intentions clear as she looped her arms around Jack's neck and absentmindedly threaded her fingers through the curls at the nape there.
Ever since she had started fiddling with his suit, her eyes had dropped to anywhere but his face. Typical Jack would have dipped his head, forced eye contact but Jack right now was just trying to stand up right.
Her gaze snapped to him and this time he hadn't even tried to hide the palpitation in his heart or his breathing, "No." was all she said. Barely a whisper but Jack heard her loud and clear.
His hands immediately fell to her hips. He filed away the way she seemed to sink into his grip. Exhaled a little. Like it was muscle memory from a past life.
Her fingers circled their way higher up onto his head, fully tugging on his curls and lightly scratching at his scalp. Jack had to bite back a groan as he squeezed at her hips and pressed her fully back onto his unopened car door.
"Jack." She murmured out low somewhere between a moan and an airy breath, head tilted back in pleasure at the pressure of his fingers on her hips. Jack was fucked now that he knew what his name sounded like falling off her lips without inhibition.
The expanse of her neck now available to him was like a siren song. The past four years had felt like a siren song and he couldn't help himself any longer. One of his hands found the back of her head, gently cradling it back up for her to look at him. His other hand rubbed at her jaw in sweeping strokes of his thumb.
Neither of them could rip their gaze from the others' lips - their panting chests just a mere centimeter apart. He was finally going to do it. He was finally going to kiss her.
Until he wasn't.
Until a loud bang of the door opening broke them apart. A slew of hospital administrators spilled out behind it looking for their next smoke break. Had Jack mentioned that he fucking hated the annual hospital gala?
They flew off each other at what would have been a rather impressive speed if it hadn't felt so agonizing. What was Jack thinking? That he could make out with his resident against his car like they were a horny teenage couple while all of the people in the building a few feet away from them could have her fired for it in a heartbeat? He had to be better. At least until her residency was over with.
He had to get it together - for the both of them it seemed like. Jack cleared his throat and ran a hand over his stubble to hide the smile threatening to take over his face at the realization that she had wanted to kiss him. The way she had said his name with so much...want. Need, even. Maybe this thing wasn't so one sided after all.
He got out of his own head just in time to stop her closing of the passenger door. He wrapped his hand around the top of the door, held it open and waited for her to look up at him after she had buckled up. But the buckle clicked and her gaze stayed trained on her lap.
"Hey." He whispered softly. They both knew the eye contact he was seeking. She slowly turned her head in his direction, gazing up at where he was standing in front of her.
"You look absolutely breathtaking. You always do."
She sucked in a breath and then there she was - big bright smile, shoulders no longer slumped, no more fiddling with her purse strings just to avoid the space between them. She was back to herself.
"Just for that I'll order pizza to the hospital." His favorite.
"Thank you." He probably should have shut the door by now. Should have probably already been on their way to the hospital. But he couldn't stop fucking staring at her. What's new?
"Don't thank me. I still have your card in my DoorDash account." She giggled and all Jack could get out was good before he shut her door.
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They ate their pizza in their gown and tux at the hub with Ellis and Shen.
Ellis raised the polaroid camera that Dana kept at the hub desk and signaled for them to get together for a photo. Jack hooked two fingers under her rolling stool and tugged her over into his side.
"Woah! Old man still has moves!"
Jack ignored Shen as he wrapped his arm over her collarbone from behind her, pulling her closer. Her head instinctively leaned toward his and her fingers delicately held his wrist as they smiled for Ellis's camera.
Jack didn't miss the look Ellis had given her. Maybe he was delusional or maybe she had gotten her best friend Ellis's advice on making a move on her attending at the gala and now Ellis was checking in on the results.
Jack also didn't miss the way her cheeks heated up and the subtle shake of her head at Ellis. As if to signal that they would talk about it later. Probably, when Jack was out of earshot.
Shen tried to get them to pose like they were going to prom. When they both refused citing unprofessionalism, Shen threw a bit of a hissy fit. Mumbling something along the lines of "Oh, now we are being professional!"
Ellis settled on writing ‘Gala Girlies' as the caption for their polaroid before taping it onto the hub counter with the rest of the pictures that had accumulated over the years. This one was definitely Jack's new favorite.
He knew exactly what Robby was going to say when he saw it tomorrow morning, “You owe me one, brother."
He was so fucked.
acceptance
Jack was bored. He never thought he'd say that but this hospital without her was straight up boring with a capital B. He worked here without her for ten years and now - the ten days of PTO she had taken before her first day as a junior attending - felt like the longest of his life. And he was only on day 6.
He wasn't even supposed to be there right now. He had come in after a Tactical EMS job gone bad. His buddy had already gone up to surgery. Before Jack could leave, Robby had roped Jack into joining him on the new day shift attending, Dr Al-Hashimi's, welcome tour.
He was waiting on a text from her. She was spending the day with her family and then she and Jack were supposed to go watch the fireworks together - alone. It was the Fourth of July after all. He had it all planned. He had practiced how he was going to profess his feelings to her in the mirror like a dork more times than he cared to admit. He had long accepted that he was in love with his resident. Now his colleague. He could work with that.
He checked his phone again. No luck. He ignored Robby's inquisitive glance. Jack had never been so interested in his phone like he had been today.
They stood at the hub as Robby droned on and on about day shift procedures that Jack was so thankful not to have to know too much about. Jack just admired the polaroids on the desk in front of them. He was still plotting a way to inconspicuously steal the one of him and her from the gala for his wallet but it had become a fan favorite in the past few months.
Dr Al-Hashimi directed her next question to Jack, pulling him out of his thoughts. She held up his second favorite polaroid with a raised brow, "Am I going to have the pleasure of meeting..." Dr Al-Hashimi squinted to read the writing below the picture, "...Abbot's Angels?"
Jack couldn't help but laugh. The photo had been taken over a year ago. Shen had begged him to take it. Handed the camera over to Jack as he maneuvered himself between the two girls. Both her and Ellis's backs to Shen. All three of them holding up finger guns to their lips with faux serious expressions.
As if her ears were ringing, Dr Ellis appeared behind Jack at the hub. Clapping him on the shoulder and extending a hand out to greet Dr Al-Hashimi, "Don't bring it up to him. He is going through withdrawals because his favorite is still out on PTO."
"Parker - I do not have favorites. You guys aren't even my residents anymore." Jack muttered in defense as he checked his phone again.
Dr Al-Hashimi clocked him, "Dr Abbot - I am good to go here and I am sure I will be seeing you. You should go. It's your day off and a holiday. I am sure you have plans."
"Yeah, what are your plans, Dr Abbot?" Ellis teased. She must have known her best friend's plans were with him for the night. Ellis was enjoying herself. Jack shot her a glare.
"I think his plans just showed up!" Robby clapped his hands together, sputtered out a laugh at the coincidence.
"Brother - I am not taking another case! I am leav-" Jack looked up from unscrewing his water bottle to follow Robby's gaze.
He spotted her mid sip and he genuinely choked on his water in a way he thought only happened in cartoons. He was ready to send Ellis out to chairs when she patted his back like she was burping a baby and suggested that there was a cooling room in North 5 if he needed it.
She was simply glowing. Wavy hair, bright eyes, sun kissed skin donning a short jean skirt and a white halter tank top that accentuated the tan lines over her collarbones left by her bikini.
"Well if it isn’t the prodigal princess of the pitt herself!" Robby goaded, grabbing a clip board and rounding the hub.
The man she was pushing in the wheelchair piped up at that, "You guys actually call her that? Seriously? I thought she was making that up. Please stop - her ego is big enough as it is."
"What do you got?" Robby asked. Jack was still staring. Who the fuck was this guy?
"Idiot male. 37 years old. Broke his ankle trying to relive his glory days coaching youth soccer practice," She was leaned over, pushing the wheelchair with all her might, "and could stand to lose a few pounds."
That pulls an almost relieved huff from Jack. Whoever this guy was - she must've not been that fond of him.
"Hey -" the man reached behind him and tugged on her hair "-my arms still work!"
Oh hell no, Jack thought. Ellis must have noticed he was about to step in and she stopped him before he could, "At ease, soldier. That is her brother."
"Well your brain clearly doesn't" she whacked him right upside the head.
Her brother imitated her, high pitched while she made a show of dramatically handing over his wheelchair to Robby so he could take him away for X-rays.
She thanked Robby as she made her way over to the hub, introducing herself to Dr Al-Hashimi and grabbing the bag of candy that Jack was offering out to her.
She looked him up and down and nodded her head at his camouflage pants, "Really? What is with the GI Jack get up? I thought you were gonna get a hobby.”
"And I thought you said you were gonna stop stealing my food."
"And I thought you said you were gonna stop buying t-shirts one size too small."
"From Walmart." Dr Ellis added.
"You guys, I told you - I do not shop at Walmart."
She giggled and gently nudged her shoulder into Ellis's, "Oh yeah Parker, how could we forget? He shops at Costco!"
"They send good coupons in the mail!" Jack defended himself
"Bro - you're a disabled, widowed veteran who makes more than half a million dollars a year. I think you can afford real clothes." Ellis deadpanned.
“Any other comments from the fashion police about my outfit?”
“Don’t threaten us with a good time.”
Jack cocked his head towards her, smirk widening. He couldn't hide how happy he was to see her. It had been a long couple of days, "And to think I was just starting to miss you."
"Just starting to!?" She raised her eyebrows in challenge, feigning offense while her eyes practically sparkled up at him. He could feel the weight of Ellis's knowing smile on them. He didn't care.
He was debating how obvious it would be for him to pull her into a hug until Dana beat him to it.
"Dr Al, you have just met one of our finest," Dana squeezed her harder, "Except you probably won't see her much because Abbot is always hogging her on nights."
She was released from Dana's grip just enough to clap a light hand on Jack's shoulder, giving him a squeeze, "He needs someone to keep him sharp in his old age."
Jack grimaced the second her hand had made contact with his shoulder and dread washed over her face. Dana fully released her now. Letting her turn all of her attention onto Jack.
“Jack…”
“I’m fine.” He avoided her probing stare and that was exactly how she knew he was not fine.
“Really?” She asked - not buying what he was selling.
“Yes!" She applied light pressure on his shoulder again and he wriggled out of her grasp with a sharp and hissed, "- ah!”
“The room right there is open. Go patch him up.” Dana pointed to the room across the hall. Shooing them in there before Jack had a chance to protest.
Jack sat on the bed as she shut the door and pulled the curtain. Her back was still turned to him as she said, "Take off your shirt."
"At least let me take you to dinner first." Jack tried to pull a laugh from her. It didn't go over well.
"Jack." She warned. Now turned toward him with her arms crossed, “What happened?”
“I was intubating in open fire and a bullet grazed my vest. I’m fine.” He shrugged as he pulled off his shirt. As if what he just said was a completely normal and frequent occurrence.
“You were shot!?” She hurried over to him, standing in between his legs as he sat on the bed.
“Shot…at."
She tilted her head at him in annoyance. Pausing her opening of the various utensils she was preparing to clean his wound.
“What?” He asked.
“Can’t you just take up tennis or golf or literally anything else? Like a normal person?”
“What fun would that be?” Jack insisted upon keeping it light. She shouldn't ever have to worry about him. That was his job.
She lathered some kind of ointment onto his open wound that was on the front of his chest, right above his collar bone. Jack was too distracted by how close they were to care and see what kind.
“There is nothing fun about me coming to work one day and finding out you’re dead because you wanted an adrenaline rush.”
“That isn’t gonna happen.”
“You don’t know that. You think you’re invincible and you’re not.”
“Is that an old joke?”
“Jack-“ her voice cracked and Jack was immediately on his feet, cupping her face in his hands.
“Woah, woah honey okay - I thought we were kidding. I’m fine.” He cooed, one hand stroked her cheek bone making sure not one tear fell while the other steadied her at her hip as she stood between his legs.
“Look at me." He tilted his chin down while he tilted hers up, holding her gaze with his own, "I’m fine. And I’m not going anywhere."
“I won’t survive you dying, Jack. I can't.” Her voice sounded wrecked as her chin wobbled. Jack felt horribly responsible. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Naturally, like they had been in this position a million times before. He murmured into the side of her hair, “Okay forget the SWAT thing. Although, you should’ve seen me earlier in my full uniform I looked pretty sick”
Jack huffed a sigh of relief as he felt her laugh vibrate through him. He pulled her back with his hands on her shoulders to get another good look at her, "There's my girl."
She wiped a sniffle with the back of her hand and lightly pushed him back down to a seat. His hands never left her. Just slid down her body until he rested them on the outsides of her upper thighs - a safe distance away from the hem of her jean skirt.
She worked in silence for a moment until Jack piped back up, “I’ll pick up tennis or golf like a normal person. I promise.”
“You don’t have to do that, Jack. I just want you to have a little more regard for your life okay? Can you please just do that for me?”
“I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do for you.” Jack didn't even think that was an exaggeration.
“Except for wearing the correct size shirt.”
He teasingly pinched her leg and she swatted at his good shoulder, laughing. She was done helping him but they hadn't moved. Neither of them really wanted to.
“That’s for you too. Don’t think I don’t see you staring at my biceps.”
Her eyebrows rose in faux surprise as she dragged a hand down his freckled arm.
“Oh you wanna talk about staring? I must have picked that up from someone.”
“This is a teaching hospital.”
“Could’ve mistaken it for a staring one.”
“Come on - you’re always performing medical miracles while looking like that. I can’t help it. Cut a guy some slack.” Jack's hands felt like they were on fire, practically kneading her thighs. God, she really had to wear this skirt today of all days.
“You’re a flirt, you know that?”
“Only with you.”
They had about a second to jump apart at the sound of a knock on the door before the curtain was pulled back to reveal Dr Al-Hashimi.
Jack rubbed at the back of his neck. Both him and her were looking anywhere but each other. Jack wasn't planning on getting excited but he was thankful he had placed his shirt over his lap to cover himself now that they were no longer alone.
Dr Al-Hashimi cleared her throat, obviously picking up on the fact that she had interrupted something, "Sorry to uh, interrupt. But my number, Dr Abbot. Like we discussed. For that date.”
Dr Al-Hashimi handed Jack a piece of paper and then turned to her, "You have a visitor from cardio thoracic surgery outside."
Jack groaned. Could Mr Harvard have any worse timing? She shot Jack a glare and stepped outside. Jack could see the shadow of Mr Harvard who he knew was down here pretending he'd have something to do with her brother's ankle surgery just to flirt.
He caught the end of her dismissing Mr Harvard's valiant attempt at being her knight in shining armor. Jack smiled to himself as he made his way back to the hub to catch up with her. He was explaining a procedure to Whitaker as he walked, "You're gonna have to start with your finger. And then slowly over a few minutes as the wetness gathers, go deeper. All the way to the back of the knuckle."
Whitaker nodded in understanding and was on his merry way. She turned right on Jack the second he was in her vicinity.
"What the hell is your problem?!"
"Problem?" Jack asked, genuinely perplexed.
Her voice pitched down, she whispered, "Why do you have to say everything so unnecessarily slutty? You wanna ask Whitaker out too!?"
Now that - Jack was not expecting. He quirked his eyebrow up in surprise. Also in confusion.
"Ask Whitaker out? What are you-"
He was cut off by a little girl screaming her name and running right into her arms, "Look! Look! Your work is on my new soccer jersey!"
The girl couldn't be older than five. Jack recognized the little girl as her niece from photos she had shown him. He noticed who must have been her sister in law a few feet away, talking to Robby presumably about discharge instructions for her brother as he awaited surgery that he would probably have next week once the swelling went down.
"What are you talking about? Lemme see that." She plucked the jersey from her niece and examined the PTMC logo on it.
Jack knew his cheeks were ruby red. He could see the gears in her head putting it all together as she stared at the small jersey with the ironed on PTMC ED patch. A couple weeks ago, she had told him offhandedly that her niece's soccer league was going to get cancelled since they had no sponsor. So Jack called up the park district and paid for it himself. Under the guise it was the PTMC ED. It was no big deal. If her niece was happy, she was happy.
She put her niece down next to her on the ground as her eyes looked up to Jack, softening, "We don't have the budget for this."
"I know. But I do."
She opened her mouth to say something but her niece cut her off, climbing into her dad's lap on his wheelchair as he, her sister in law, and Robby joined them at the hub, "Auntie, is this Dr Sexy?"
Jack's lips immediatley preened, quirking up into an amused smirk, Dr Ellis and Robby doubled over in laughter.
"No baby - this is Dr Abbot." She tried to recover, her eyes blown wide, mouth agape and her cheeks beet red. She couldn't even look at Jack.
"But you always call him Dr Sexy when you are talking to mommy. What does sexy mean?"
"OKAY-" she said loudly, still looking anywhere but at Jack. She turned her gaze on her brother as she clapped her hands together, "-it is time for you all to leave."
"Only if Dr Sexy walks us out." Her brother teased.
She groaned, putting her head in her hands as Jack wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She hid in the crook of his neck, "I am getting a new job."
"Oh no you're not."
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Jack met her at her car after he helped her family to theirs. “Dr Sexy, huh?”
“Shut up. I'm trying to be annoyed with you and you’re making it damn hard”
“Why are you annoyed with me?” Jack steadied himself with a wide stance, crossed his arms over his chest as she turned to look at him, leaning against her car door.
“Seriously?"
Jack just raised his eyebrows back at her in question.
She mirrored his stance, crossed arms over chest, "So you go on dates now?”
“What are you talking about? Is this about tonight? If you don't want to go anymore we don't have to-”
She imitated him and Dr Al-Hashimi from earlier, "Sorry to uh, interrupt. But my number, Dr Abbot. Like we discussed. For that date.” She emphasized the word.
Jack rubbed his hand over his face, stopping at his scruff and trying to mask the smirk that was threatening to take over his face, “Are you…jealous?”
She scoffed, trying to sound nonchalant but Jack knew her too well for that, “Me? Jealous? No, Jack I just think it’s wildly inappropriate. This is our workplace.”
“Well that’s a damn shame because I didn’t ask Dr Al on a date. I’m setting her up on one. With my army buddy actually."
Her lips formed a barely there oh, "Well…now I just feel like a bitch."
Jack laughed and stepped closer, shaking his head in refute to her statement. He let his hands find purchase on her car, caging her in.
His voice came out far more groveled than expected, "But I’ve been wanting to ask you on a date for going on, oh I don’t know almost five years now, but if you think it’s so wildly inappropri-"
“I don’t!”
“You dont? But I thought-“
He earned himself an eyeroll and a stern, “Jack.”
“You just said-" He couldn't help the huge grin spreading across his face.
“I know what I said.”
“So - let me get this straight - it’s only wildly inappropriate if it’s a date with anyone but you? Is that stated somewhere in the HR handbook or-”
"God, do you ever shutup?" And then her lips were on his.
His whole body felt like it was on fire. Her hands on each side of his face, his squeezing at her hips and pressing her up against the car. Just like that night at the gala. Except this time he actually got to kiss her. He was kissing her.
His head spun at the way her fingers circled around to the nape of his neck, tugging at his curls. He cradled her jaw in one strong hand and grabbed her waist with the other, hand pushing up the white tank she had on to make contact with her bare skin. They couldn't possible get any closer but it still didn't feel close enough.
Jack didn't want to ever stop the exploration of his hands along her body. He grabbed at the flesh on the outside of her upper thigh, hiking it up slightly around his hips. She ground herself down onto his bulge and the gasp she let out was heavenly. Jack took the chance to swipe his tongue into her mouth, as she ground down again, slower this time. Jack couldn't keep his moan from tumbling out.
He pulled back ever so slightly, their lips still practically touching as their chests heaved, "Baby, where are your keys?"
"My keys? That is what you care about right now?" She went to grind on him again but Jack's hands grabbed her hips, halting her.
"If you keep doing that I am going to come in my pants in the hospital parking garage and I would much rather come somewhere else in the comfort of my own home. I've been thinking about this for a long time. I want to take my time with you."
"How long?" She asked as she slipped her keys into Jack's front pocket.
"Inappropriatley long. Now get in the car so Dr Sexy can drive us home."
"I am never gonna live that down, am I?"
"Absolutely not."
"I hate you."
Jack grabbed her chin and peppered her face with kisses, ending with one on her lips as she giggled. Kissing her hard because he could do that now, "Somehow, I am not convinced."
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Jack's left hand flexed hard on her steering wheel. His right hand preoccupied with a steady grip on her upper thigh. Her left hand played with his curls as he drove.
"What are you thinking about?"
"How after the gala last year I went home and touched myself. Imagined my fingers were yours." Jack choked on nothing at her words.
"Jesus Christ - I am trying not to cause a mass casualty event, honey. Can you please just wait till we get home."
She groaned his name in frustration and squeezed his fingers between her thighs, trying to find friction anyway she could.
"You're that needy?"
"Yes, Jack."
"Show me then." His voice was gritty and low as he knocked her knees apart. He batted down the sun visor on her side, sliding the mirror cover up and aiming it perfectly to reflect her lap.
She whined at the loss of contact as both of his hands now gripped the steering wheel. Her eyes screwed shut and her chest lifted, breathing heavy. The way her hard nipples were peaking through her tank top was enough to make Jack scared he was going to crash the car.
"Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me. You think you can handle that for me, baby?"
His words seemed to hit her all at once. Demanding in the way it was when he was ordering people around the ED. The tone went straight to her core as she hiked her jean skirt up over her hips and slid her small lacy black thong down her legs. She stuffed it in one of the pockets of Jack's camo pants, lightly squeezing his bulge as she did. All Jack could murmur out was a hissed fuck as she angled her center to the mirror above her, giving him a perfect view of her absolutely soaked core.
"I asked you a question."
"Yes, yes I can handle it. I promise." She rushed her words out in one run on sentence, out of breath as her chest heaved.
"Good girl, baby. Show me how you touch yourself."
She nodded as she began to rub her clit, her voice shakey as she spoke, "I start like this and I think about everything you said to me that day. When you tell me good job after a prodecure or how you order everyone around or how-"
A tumbled moan falls from her lips, cutting herself off.
"Do you play with these pretty tits?" Jack reached over and gripped the nape of her neck, tugging at the string of her halter top and letting it fall. He pulled it down, her tits spilling out as he tweaked a nipple, kneading it after with his palm.
He thought she squeaked out a soft uh huh with a nod that trailed into a moan as her right hand slipped two fingers into her center. The sound was obscene as she pushed in and out, her head falling back and her chest pushing forward into Jack's hand.
"Jack!" She was getting louder now, the pace of her fingers moving quicker. The tone of her voice filled with unabashed need.
"What else, baby?"
All she could do was babble in response. Jack's hand fell from her nipples to her pussy, giving it a slap before grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at herself in the mirror, "Do you see how pretty your pussy is? What was that you said earlier? That I say everything so slutty? Look who's the slut now."
They both saw the way her pussy contracted around her two fingers at his words. The way her already dripping core somehow managed to get even more wet at the filth he was spilling.
"Oh you like when I am a little mean, don't you?"
She could barely nod, her chest hitting her chin as her breathing became more rapid the closer she inched towards her finish line.
"You wanna come for me?"
"Please." She panted. Jack smirked to himself as he grabbed her wrist, pulled her hand from her center before she could even think about finishing, and pressed her fingers into his mouth - licking them clean.
Her head lolled against the seat, she groaned his name. A mix of frustration and want as she dazedly stared at him.
"I've waited almost five years to taste you, honey. You can wait five more minutes till we are home, yeah?"
She huffed out an, "I hate you."
"Somehow, I am not convinced." He chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.
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Jack held her hand gently as he tugged her into his house. She was practically bouncing on her heels behind him. "I'm gonna shower first and then-"
"Like hell you are." She snipped. Now she was pulling him. Through his foyer and straight to his couch where she perched herself on his lap, bracketing his hips with her thighs and grinding down on his bulge that was dying to spring out of his pants.
He pushed her skirt back up her hips and rubbed her upper thighs as she rocked her bare pussy down on him, her hands steadying herself on his neck as she leaned into press her mouth to his.
Jack's chest was heaving, "Baby, I'm all sweaty and gross from TEMS."
"I couldn't care less, Jack. You might be patient enough to wait five years but I sure as hell am not. Please touch me."
"Like this?" His fingers rubbed her clit, her head falling back in relief at him finally touching her where she needed him most.
"God, you were dripping all over your car and now you're soaking my couch? Who's got you so worked up?" She gasped as Jack entered two thick fingers in her, kissing up her neck as he did. Nipping at her jaw line as he pulled her tank top down so he could swirl his mouth around one of her sensitive nipples.
She pulled his shirt off over his head, flashing him a mischevious smirk before, "Dr Harvard from cardiac surgery."
Jack's fingers stopped immediatley. She whined and writhed in his lap at the loss of contact. Jack wrapped his other hand around her neck, squeezing slightly, "I thought you were gonna be good for me?"
"I will, I will. I am." She begged. Jack didn't know what he did in a past life to get her begging like this in his lap but he was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Atta girl." He cooed, adding a third finger and plunging back into her tight core, "I am gonna ask you again - what's got you so worked up?"
"You, Jack! Your voice and your arms and your curls and these stupid fucking pants."
"Oh my girl likes my uniform, yeah? Is that what had you so bratty today? Want me to fuck you in it?"
"Please." she huffed. Sweat beading at the top of her forehead as she began to rock her hips, riding his fingers.
"Come for me first."
"Yeah, thats it." Jack hissed, trying hard not to imagine what it would feel like to have his cock where his fingers were. That would surely lead to an early curtain call, "That's it. My good girl."
"Fuck, Jack" She let out a shakey laugh as she came down from her orgasm, riding it out on Jack's fingers as she threaded her fingers in his hair.
"The uniform really does it for you, huh?"
She kissed him hard, "You do it for me. The uniform is just a bonus."
Jack readjusted her in his lap, pushing her legs open further over the expanse of his thick thighs. She whined at the stretch, "Come here, baby. you're doing so good for me. Wanna take my time with you."
"You can take your time with me later. I need you to fuck me now."
"Yeah? That needy, huh?"
"Yes, Jack please." She murmured as she undid the belt on his camo pants.
"You're the boss." Jack winked. He may have been her boss at work. She may have liked him bossing her around in bed. But she was the boss in every other sense of the word.
"Funny."
"Glad you think so." Jack hissed as she wrapped her hand around his hard length, preening with pre cum at the tip. She pushed his pants and his boxers down in one go, his erection immediatley slapping up against his stomach.
Jack's head fell back onto the couch as he let out a moan, her fingers rubbing the precum from his tip down his shaft and back up again. She spit into her hand and repeated the same movement. Jack thought he might come right then and there.
"Wanna ride you, please. I'm clean and have an IUD. Need to feel you."
Jack couldn’t even get words out. He was too busy trying not to come from a handjob like a horned up teenager, "Same. Mm clean, too" He managed to get out, eyes fluttering shut as another wave of pleasure wracked his body, "Fuck, baby."
She sunk down on him in an instant, relishing the stretch and sending them both into a fit of whimpered moans. Jack used one hand on her hip to guide her motions, the other rubbing up and down her back, eventually landing in her hair as he tugged her forward into a blistering kiss. Now that he knew what her lips felt like he was never gonna go long without kissing them.
"Fuck!" She rocked down hard on him again, "You feel fucking phenomenal. So tight, So. Perfect." He emphasized his praise with kisses, "Taking me so well. Like you were fucking made for me."
He took the hand from her hair and placed it on her clit, rubbing it as she started to rock quicker. He could tell she was close again. He was in danger of spilling over at any second, "You have no business being so good at this. Fuck, I'm not gonna last long baby. Fuck, look at you." Jack brought the hand from her hip up to her mouth, pushing his thumb into her mouth, moaning as she immediatley began to suck on it.
"All these years. Had a feeling you'd get off on praise. Knew you'd wanna be so good for me. Knew you'd be such a good slut just for me, yeah?"
"Yeah, please. Just for you, I promise." Jack didn't know how he had managed to keep himself from finishing with the way she was riding him. She steadied herself on his shoulders, brought herself all the way up and then slowly rocked herself back down, taking all of him and making sure he felt every fucking inch of her velvety walls.
"If you keep doing that I am not gonna last long." He managed to grunt out.
"Then don't. Come in me, please. Want you to fill me up."
Those words alone did it for Jack as he spilled his warm release into her, continuing to rub her clit. "Give me another one baby. I know you can do it. You can do anything. You're fucking brilliant. Your brilliant fucking brain. C'mon, I feel you clenching. Let go. Come on my cock, please."
She tugged hard on his hair, mixing her own release with his as she came. Panting into Jack's mouth as he whispered, "Good girl."
Jack cradled her cheek as she rode out her orgasm on his cock, whispering praise as she did. He swiped two fingers through the mix of their arousals and brought them to her mouth.
Jacks eyes watched, mesmerized, blown out with arousal as she sucked on his fingers, released them with a pop and then, "The second I saw you in that uniform I wanted to drop to my knees in the middle of the hub and suck the soul out of you."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her bare chest over his and nuzzling into his neck, peppering kisses there as he scratched her back. His laugh vibrated through her, "Jesus Christ - you can't say shit like that when I'm still inside of you."
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He eventually gently cleaned her up. Once she agreed to finally get off of him. He had to bribe her with kisses. He didn't mind one bit. He dragged her to the shower which lead to him having to clean her up again. Again, he didn't mind one bit.
He was at the stove now. Donning only a pair of gray sweatpants as he cooked dinner and watched her pad around his kitchen in only his tshirt and some basketball shorts with probably the dopiest smile of all time on his face.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, tucking herself into his side. He used his free hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer, pressing kisses into her hair. She behaved for a moment until he felt a pair of soft lips pressing kisses across the side of his chest that was accessible to her.
He turned the burner down, dropped the spoon he had been using to stir the pasta on the counter and then grabbed her hips, trapping her against his kitchen island, "You're going to make me burn dinner."
She put her finger to her lips, pretended to think about what he had to say and then with a quick kiss to his lips she muttered against them, "Mmmm, don't care!"
He dug into his pocket, unlocked his phone and put it in her hands, "Put on music. It is already hooked up to the speaker system,"
He picked her up by her hips, causing the cutest squeal he had ever heard, and plopped her down onto his counter. He rubbed a gentle thumb against her cheek, the other against her hip as he stood between her legs, "You need to eat, baby."
She grumbled a fine. She knew when it came to taking care of her - Jack would not budge. She scrolled through his Spotify - she wanted to find something both of them would like but first she was gonna stalk what he already listened to. Of course her curiosity was gonna get the better of her.
A quiet gasp fell from her lips - causing Jack to look over from his spot in front of the stove, "What?"
She turned his phone screen to him, already spotting the flush creeping up on his chest. He recognized the playlist almost immediatley. Made up of all the songs she had played while he drove her home these past couple years - simply titled with her name. There was hundreds of songs on there.
"Did you make this? Do you listen to it?"
Jack figured now was as good a time as ever to lay out all his cards onto the table. Even if he was so embarrassed he couldn't even look up from the dinner he was cooking. He spoke fast, "Would you be entirely creeped out if I told you I replaced the police scanner with it?"
"Would you be entirely creeped out if I told you I am so beyond in love with you?"
Jack's head snapped up from the dinner. He'd never moved so quickly in his life. He was back to standing in between her legs, holding her face - just staring at her with a huge smile. The same expression was being mirrored back to him. It made his heart soar.
"You do? I mean, you are?"
She laughed, "Where have you been the past couple years?”
"Waiting for you to realize that I've been hopelessly in love with you."
"Are we the dumbest smart people alive?"
"Potentially. But doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Only you. Only us." He kissed her now. Slotted his lips over hers like the perfect final piece of a puzzle. His stomach fluttered at the sensation of her fingers finding their home in his curls. He couldn't believe that this was real. That she loved him. He already knew that the astronomical amount he loved her was very, very real.
"God, I love you." Kiss, "So much." Another kiss.
"Say it again." Jack whispered against her lips, smiling like a little kid.
"I love you, Jack."
He pulled back just a bit. Just enough to murmur how much he loved her and get a good look at her face, "Remember when you were so jealous earlier?" He teased.
"I was not-" She began to deny it but Jack leveled a look at her, "I hate you!" she giggled, swatting at his shoulder that was not bandaged up.
"Somehow, I am not convinced." He preened.
"Mmmm, good." She was kissing him again. He could do this forever. He will do this forever - if he has anything to say about it.
The ding of her phone was what made him pull away. But not by much. They both looked at the cause of the disruption, Jack planting kisses up and down her neck, jaw, and chest as she unlocked her phone.
From Robby: Doing scheduling. Can you pick up a shift next Tuesday night please? Shen needs off. You'll get to see your doctor sexy🤪
They both let out a cackle. Jack took her phone and took a selfie with his middle finger up. He sent it to Robby along with a message that read, 'Stop texting my girlfriend.'
"Girlfriend, huh?"
Jack rubbed up and down her thighs as he spoke, "Figured you might think I was insane if I said wife after just one day but trust me that is part of the plan."
"What else is in the plan?”
“Maybe a kid or two? Or four? Or zero. Really as many or as little as you’ll give me. I’m just happy to be here.”
She chuckled, kissed him while lovingly stroking his face, “I like that plan.”
“Yeah?” He asked, brimming with hope.
She nodded as her phone went off again, a message from Robby flashing across the screen. Jack kissed each of her cheeks, her forehead, and then her lips before reading it out loud - sending them both into a fit of giggles.
From Robby: You owe me one, man.
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I CAN SEE YOU; dr jack abbot x chief res!reader
words: 3,200+
content warnings: jealous abbot, fluffy, YEARNING, lil bit smutty
notes: based off of this banger
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He was everywhere. Or at least it felt like it.
His shoulder brushing against hers as they lifted a patient from gurney to bed. His rough but warm fingertips skimming her own soft, manicured ones as they swapped shift notes. Every hallway she was entering, he seemed to be exiting - their bodies just barely grazing each other as they passed by. In the ambulance bay, outside the family room, the break room, at the nurses station.
He was everywhere in that damn ED. And now he was here too - at her usual hot yoga class.
Jack already felt like a fool for being there. His therapist had been telling him for years to try yoga and for years he had been rolling his eyes at the suggestion.
Typically, he was pretty good about listening to his therapist but what could yoga teach him about focus and presence that years in combat and emergency medicine hadn't already?
That was until she showed up.
Jack can still remember the exact thought he had the first time he saw her, 'Thank god she is not on the night shift.'
Her confidence, her beauty, the way her hips swayed when she walked, her brain, her laugh reverberating through the ED, how calm she was under pressure, her smart ass comments that made him crack a smile even on the worst of shifts - would all cause him a lot more trouble than they already did if she was with him on the night shift.
The first year of her residency was fine. He barely saw her and when he did, he told himself that he was just proud of a competent student who had a bright future ahead.
The second year of her residency, he had to admit to himself that he had a crush. A crush that he could never ever act upon - it was inappropriate on so many different levels - but a crush none the less. He was her boss, her teacher, at least 12 years her senior and he respected her far too much to let his own selfish wants get in the way of the career she had worked so hard for.
This third year was absolutely fucking killing him. He thought he had finally gotten a handle on his crush. That admiring her from afar was the closest he’d ever get to having her. And he was okay with that. Until Shen and his wife had a baby and Shen asked her to swap shifts with him.
In true Shen fashion, he didn't even mention it to Jack. Jack just choked on his coffee when she walked through the door and told him the news. When he asked why she'd agreed, she just shrugged and said, "If I'm not going to have a life outside of this place, I guess Shen can."
It has only been a month of her on the night shift and Jack already feels insane. Which is how he found himself at the closest yoga studio to the hospital. He was desperate to regain his previous level of focus so when his therapist suggested yoga again, he listened for once in his life.
Once he saw her, Jack probably had about a 5 second window to escape the studio without being caught. But he missed it because he was too busy drooling over how her skin tight powder blue leggings complimented the swell of her ass.
"Dr Abbot?"
Too late now. She unrolled her mat next to his, because of course the only spot left in the class was next to him, and then she just looked at him with a shadow of a smirk on her face.
"What is so funny?"
"Nothing. I just never would have pegged you as a hot yoga guy."
"I'm not."
She just raised her eyebrows in question.
"My therapist suggested it."
"Therapy and yoga? Next you're going to tell me you have a Nobel Peace Prize or something."
Jack's lips couldn't help but mold into the smallest smirk. He was so happy this room was dark. "No...just a purple heart. Only had to give them my leg to get it.”
The laugh she let out earned them a couple glares but Jack could care less about disturbing the quiet of the yoga studio when she was looking at him like that.
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She felt almost nervous as she trekked up to the roof. Their shift had sucked - plain and simple. It felt as if everyone coded in some capacity. One of the many they could not save was a veteran and Dr Abbot had just gotten through telling the family.
Probably why he was getting chicken wings and beer DoorDashed to the roof of the hospital.
She opened the door with her hip, both hands being occupied by Dr Abbot's delivery.
"What are you doing here?"
"You know they only pay residents so much - I had to pick up a side gig." Dr Abbot's was too distracted from the long day to realize she was making a joke.
His face falls into what reads as surprise and then sympathy. Like he's been an attending for so long that he forgot the abysmal wages residents make.
"I'm kidding! Your dasher took his job title a little too seriously and dropped this off with me in the ambulance bay and told me to get it to the 'guy who is always on the roof.'"
"You didn't have to come all the way up here."
"I wanted to check on you."
"I would have come down to get it. I have legs."
"You have leg. Singular. Not plural."
Jack let out a genuine laugh that he didn't even know he was capable of after the day they had had.
"Have you ever considered stand up?"
"Have you ever considered standing on the safe side of the safety railing? Just a thought."
"I like the view from here." He was staring right at her.
Ironically enough Jack had started going to yoga to distract himself from her and it has done the complete opposite. If anything, the friendship they have struck up has made him more bold. They have a routine - they work, they go to yoga, they get a tea and then Jack drives her home. And they yap the entire time.
Oh yeah, she's started calling him Jack now. So much so, he doesn't blush anymore when she does it. But she is blushing now.
Her cheeks are burning red. She is hoping to blame it on wind burn or something. Is Jack finally flirting with her? Ever since they ran into each other at yoga, class by class, she has gotten him to relax around her. She gets more Jack and less Dr Abbot. But still, it feels like he's restraining some piece of himself from her.
She noticed last week, when she mentioned her rapidly approaching residency graduation, he seemed different. At first he seemed surprised, almost like he forgot there even was a residency graduation. Then relieved like the concept of her no longer being a resident was exactly what he needed to make any kind of move. Or so she hoped.
She turns, his food and beer in hand, sits against the wall of the hospital and cracks open a beer. What is she doing? She doesn't even like beer. But she likes Jack. And is trying really hard to not imagine the muscles she sees under his shirt at yoga being used to press her against the wall she's sitting against.
"Hey - that's mine."
"Get over here then, Abbot."
He takes off of his jacket on his walk over and she allows herself only a second of imaging it on her bedroom floor. The feeling of Jack placing it around her shoulders and plopping himself next to her brings her out of her head.
"You don't have to-" She starts.
"You’re cold." He gently tugs her hair out from under his jacket and she wants to absolutely melt at the brief sensation of his touch on the back of her neck. She has to stop herself from whimpering. She tells herself to get a grip.
She just holds up her beer, "Consider this my delivery fee."
Jack clinks his beer against hers, "Cheers...to being a yoga guy."
Her bright eyes blow to the size of saucers, her jaw drops, and she's laughing as she knocks her shoulder against his, "I knew it!"
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Jack is in trouble. He now has an unlimited monthly yoga membership to the studio closest to the hospital even though he only ever goes with her after their shared shifts. He thinks he may be falling in love. Fast. And even worse, he is starting to allow himself to think that maybe she is too.
He thinks maybe it was always there for both of them but something about this impending residency graduation has given them both the freedom they needed to explore it. Not that anything has actually even happened.
She felt stupid. She was close to getting herself a neurology consult for the way she was thinking. Nothing had ever actually even happened between her and Jack. But having to go from experiencing his quiet confidence and intellect and calm teaching at work to his sweaty muscles and heavy breathing at yoga had her brain running absolutely wild.
He probably sees her as nothing but his favorite resident and she is practically falling in love with him. And that isn't a hyperbole.
The night was slow in the ED. Noone dared to say that out loud though. Especially since it was still earlier - barely 9 PM. Some of the day shift was even still there - opting to work their mandated monthly double shift on a slow night.
They were both at the nurse's station - always in each other's orbit. Jack was charting and she was recommending a jeweler to Bridget. She had found him when looking for someone to make a custom dog tag necklace that was meant to be a replica of the kind her dad wore when he was in the Army. When he died, they were never able to recover his actual tags.
Jack's phone went off and he stepped away for a moment before returning. He pointed at her before tucking his phone back in his pocket, "Gloria says we have a VIP patient en route from PPG Paints Arena. Connor Matthews from the Penguins. And he has specifically requested you."
If she didn't know any better, she could've sworn Jack's jaw twitched.
The murmurs began real quick. Why was the star of the Pittsburgh Penguins requesting her? She hated that Connor was coming in but she sort of loved that Abbot could potentially be jealous.
Princess cut straight to the point, "How do you know him?"
"We grew up together. He played hockey with my brothers."
Connor was being ushered in, still in his jersey and ice pack resting on his forehead, as she walked over to him.
Jack watched out of the corner of his eye, hoping he was looking like an attentive attending rather than just plain jealous. He pretended to be charting but he was straining to hear every part of the conversation.
"I texted you."
"I know."
"I called you."
She grits her teeth as she repeats herself, "I know. I also know that you could have gotten stitches from the team doctor so why the dramatic visit?"
"I think you know why."
"Connor, I don't know how many times I have to tell you this-"
"I know! I just can't help myself."
"Well start." She deadpans, flashing her light pen way too close to his eyes. Maybe not the most professional thing in the world but he deserved it for wasting her time like this.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Checking for a concussion."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Mateo, can you please take him over to a room and stitch him up?"
"I requested you."
"And I request that you stop wasting my time at my job that you disrespected then and you are disrespecting right now."
"I didn't mean to."
She ignores him. She gets one more quip in before Mateo is wheeling Connor away. "Oh, Connor, I almost forgot - are there any 21 year olds we need to call to let them know you're okay?"
She hears a muffled laugh behind her. She turns to see Jack, elbows on the counter of the nurses station, pretending to be engrossed in his charting. She goes to plop down in the seat in front of him.
"Eavesdropping is impolite, you know?"
"I don't know what you are talking about"
"My standup career, remember?"
Jack grins at her, his eyes soft and then he does the unimaginable. He winks at her. Like he is acknowledging he got caught listening in on her conversation with Connor. She almost falls out of her chair. He seems perfectly fine, walking around the nurses station to grab one of the tablets.
"Didn't know your boyfriend was a hockey super star." He speaks up from behind her.
"Ex boyfriend."
She feels his breath on the back of her neck before she hears him. His tone is low and almost sensual, "Good." is all he says before he's walking away.
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She doesn't know who is squeezing her harder - Dana or Collins. The moment she stepped into the bar they were running over, squeezing the living shit out of her and whispering 'Congratulations' into her ear.
"Congratulations on what?" She laughed.
"Graduating residency!"
It was tradition, every summer when the residents graduated, the attendings took the team out to celebrate on their tab. Legend has it, there used to be a graduation ceremony with speeches and presents and an open bar. But due to budget cuts, Abbot and Robby had to take matters into their own hands - and credit cards.
"Oh and Robby has a surprise for you." Collins added.
"Oh no. If it's anything like the surprise he gave you last year then I decline! She is so damn cute though." Robby and Collins won't actually admit that their baby girl was conceived on this same night last year but the rest of the pitt crew have decided to make it canon.
"Before I hand you this drink, I need you to sign this. If you want, obviously" Robby interrupts - the world's largest grin on his face.
"Sign wha-" The realization dawns on her mid sentence. It's her offer letter to become an attending at the pitt.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Absolutely sparkling, shining letter of recommendation from Dr Jack Abbot, by the way. He never writes those. Almost gave Gloria a heart attack with that one.” Robby winks at her as he hands her a pen.
She signs. They cheer. They hug. They cry a little bit. Happy tears - at the idea they now get to spend more time together rather than one of them getting shipped off to a different city for a new job.
She can’t remember the last time she was this happy. And a lot of it has to do with someone who isn’t even here yet. She spots him walking in and her feet are carrying her over to him before her brain can tell her to stop.
A smile appears on Jack’s face when he sees her. She’s not in scrubs or workout clothes - although she looks just as beautiful in those.
She’s in a white sundress and sandals. Her hair wavy and her cheeks tinged pink and laden with freckles. He noticed hers come out more in the summer time, just like his.
They’ve never really hugged before but she’s throwing her arms around his neck to hug him hello and his arms wrap around her waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He’s so close he can smell her lip gloss and he wants to kiss it off of her more than anything.
He settles for, “I heard I have a new colleague.”
“Aren’t you lucky?”
“Very.”
Then she’s pulled over to chat with her fellow residents. Abbot over by Robby and some of the other attendings.
Drink after drink, people start to fall off. She joins Collins and Dana and eventually the boys make their way over as well. Everyone is making bets on who is going to go home with who.
Santos goes home with Garcia. Easy money. Same for Victoria and Mateo. Langdon goes home alone and sober - thank goodness. Dana’s husband picks her up and Collins and Robby have to go relieve their baby sitter.
Robby sets his half finished beer in front of her, “Here, finish my beer. Don’t wanna waste it.”
She grimaces and Collins cackles, “Robby, you know she hates beer!”
Then they were gone. Jack wore the world’s cockiest smirk on his face and they were alone.
“So did you hate beer that day on the roof too?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
The bar is shutting down so Jack pays the tab and they make their way out into the sticky, summer air.
“Come on - I’ll drive you home.”
They’re walking so close their hands brush about five times on the short walk to the car.
She turns to Jack before he can open her passenger side door but he was one step ahead of her. He’s practically an inch away from her as he speaks.
“You know there used to be an actual graduation ceremony for the residents. With presents. So I got you something.”
“You didn’t have to-“
Jack just places the small box in her hands. He takes her purse so she has free hands to tug the ribbon and open the present.
She gasps - her dad’s dog tags. Presumably, the real ones. She can’t even form words, “How did you even-“
“Called in a couple favors.”
A couple of tears fall because this is the absolute nicest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for her. Jack is hesitant in his reach but the loving look in her eyes spurs him on. His hand cradles her cheek, wipes away her tears.
“Jack-“
“Yeah.” His voice is clipped, out of breath, expectant - hanging off her every word.
She nods her head, almost to encourage herself, before looking back up to him, “I’m going to have to get a new job if I am totally reading this wrong but I think I’m in love with you.”
“Thank fucking goodness.” And then he’s grabbing the box out of her hands, placing it and her purse on the hood of the car before his hands are on her. Kissing her with every ounce of pent up longing from the past three years.
She’s pressed against the passenger seat of his car, her hands in his hair and his cupping her face.
Eventually, his forehead falls to hers as he whispers against her lips, his hands resting on her waist. “I love you.”
“I’ve pictured this so many times.”
“You won’t believe the things that I’ve seen in my head. Wait until you see half the things that haven’t happened yet.”
“Well then why don’t you show me, Jack.”
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He’d already pulled an orgasm from her using his thigh - had her pressed against his front door.
“God, you’re fucking perfect. I can’t believe I get to se you like this.” All she can do is let out a low moan in response.
Her body felt like it was on fire. Since they’d moved into the bed he’d made her finish on his fingers and now was eating her like she was his last meal.
She tugged at his curls, finally, after imaging it so many times. He groaned into her, inserting another finger and sending her over the edge.
“Oh - Jack! Oh my god-“
“There she is - my good girl.”
He’s insatiable and who is she kidding - so is she. He’s kissing up her body, pinning her hands above her head.
“Jack, I need to feel you. Please.”
His hand lightly wrapped around her neck. He whispered in her ear, “God, I love you.” And then he’s kissing her forehead and sliding into her all at once.
“Holy shit - you’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.”
“I love you.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
Neither of them last much longer. She’s on orgasm #4 and he’s on #2 (she’s been waiting for years - she couldn’t not suck him off the first chance she had).
“I’ve never orgasmed that many times before.”
“Pretty good for an old man, huh?”
“All that yoga must be paying off.”
They laugh - all that yoga is paying off far more than either of them could have ever imagined.
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Jack Abbot was unfortunately intimately familiar with the 5 Stages of Grief. Depression, Bargaining, Anger, Denial, Acceptance.
He grieved his leg at the ripe age of 31 - courtesy of an IED in the desert of Afghanistan.
He began grieving his late wife the following year at 32 - courtesy of an arrogant, misogynistic emergency medicine resident.
At 33, he grieved the life he thought he was going to have while he started a new one. No longer a husband, but a widow. No longer an army medic, but an Emergency Room attending at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center.
Sometimes when he would come back to the empty home he bought at 34, the ghosts of that life were louder than any silence he thought he could drown out with the police scanner.
Jack Abbot knew the 5 Stages of Grief like the back of his hand.
In hindsight, he doesn't know how he didn't realize the 5 stages in which he fell in love with her were quite similar. A mirror of his grief refracted through a lens of unconditional love.
PEACHY; dr jack abbot x dr!reader
words: 8,800+
content warnings: a lil bit smutty, bit of an age gap, pining, the whole ED gang, fluffy <3
summary: the 4 times they didn’t get caught and the 1 time they did
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In hindsight, the first time they were almost caught, was probably the closest call.
They were at a lake resort, about an hour or so outside of Pittsburgh, for the annual Emergency Department resident program retreat. The air was muggy - thick with humidity and loud with the mundane buzzing of mosquitoes.
Every year, after the chief residents graduate, the attendings take the whole program on a weekend retreat somewhere. Usually it is some random bed and breakfast that barely has a pool. Not that anyone cares. Everyone is happy for a weekend of relaxation and the chance to actually see the sun for 48 hours.
The hospital funds an abysmally small portion of the retreat since it is technically the time when everyone gives their feedback on the residency program. Graduating residents and attending physicians partake in evaluations on both the program and each other. The attendings rotate every year who pays for the rest of it. This year, it was Dr Abbot's turn.
Dr Abbot had spared no expense. They were at one of the nicest resorts in Pennsylvania. It had everything. Horse riding, axe throwing, two golf courses, bowling, cooking classes, a holistic healing spa, and what the residents had all decided was the one thing more tiring than the ED - the Team Building Adventure Package they were all signed up for.
The attendings spent the weekend doing who knows what while the residents conquered a high ropes challenge course, zip lining, and a climbing wall.
Yes, Dr Abbot had spared no expense but he had spared no free time either.
She was excited for this trip. For the sunshine, sure. But the chance to finally, maybe, get Dr Abbot to crack. She saw the way he tried to pretend not to look at her in the ED. She noticed the hoops he would jump through to have her on a case with him. The excuses he made up to text her - citing some random medical journal that yes, she was interested in. But she was far more interested in him.
If only he wasn't such a damn good guy. She knew he would never touch his resident no matter how much he liked her. They have had too many late night and early morning conversations up on the roof or at the diner next to the hospital or that bench in the park across the street where he had had his chance. So many times. She knew he was waiting for her to give the green light. For her to make the first move.
One night he started calling the bench in the park 'their bench'. She almost kissed him that night. But she chickened out. Now that residency was over and she would be starting as an attending at The Pitt shortly, she was feeling a newfound sense of confidence. So she bought a new string bikini for the retreat. If only she had had a chance to wear it. Or even see him.
Jack smiles to himself as he dips into the lake. He feels kind of bad. Making the residents work like this on the retreat. But he knew he couldn't see her in a bikini so he packed their schedules with the random team building program the resort had offered.
He already felt disrespectful enough with the thoughts he had about her when she was in hospital issued scrubs. If he saw her in a bikini, he would not make it through this weekend without cracking. Her half naked and technically no longer being his resident was a very dangerous combination and he was thanking his lucky stars that he had made it through the full 48 hours barely even seeing her. He missed her, of course. But she was better off without him. Practically 15 years his junior and Jack was almost certain she didn't see him as anything other than a good boss or a mentor.
Some nights he let himself think otherwise. Usually, when they'd go sit and chat on their bench and something in her eyes was practically begging him to kiss her. Jack would just chalk it up to him projecting onto her. Because gosh, he wanted to kiss her so bad. But he respected her too much to put her in a potentially uncomfortable situation.
Yes, they were close. Yes, they got along. Yes, they laughed together. Yes, they cried together and then comforted each other. But he did not want to be that male attending that took his resident simply being kind to him as romantic interest.
He lets himself actually think about her for the first time since they saw each other at check in. He can't help but huff a laugh to himself at the fact that she is probably pissed off at him for making them do so much physical activity over the weekend. He is definitely going to be hearing about it tomorrow on their shift. He can't wait to see her.
A creak on the dock shakes him out of his thoughts.
He must be dreaming. He did everything possible to avoid her this weekend. Specifically, her in a bikini. And here she was, practically glowing in the moonlight, wearing the tiniest purple string bikini and a knit coverup dress that wasn't doing much covering up. Jack is happy it is dark out because he is pretty sure that his face is tomato red.
She doesn't say anything. Just stops at the end of the dock, staring at him with her hand on her hip.
"What are you doing here?" is all he manages to choke out.
"Well, I bought this new bikini and haven't had a chance to use it because you've had us running around like a drill sergeant all weekend. Figured it would be a shame to waste it."
Jack is trying not to check her out but he knows he is doing a poor job when all he can respond with is, "Yeah, definitely"
She doesn't seem to notice. Just plops herself down onto the dock, her feet hanging in the water.
"Plus, I believe that I'm owed an evaluation with my attending."
Technically, a resident can do their evaluation of their primary attending with said primary attending. Since that is entirely counterintuitive to honest feedback, they give the residents the option to do it anonymously online or meet with another attending that is not their primary. No one ever does it with their primary attending no matter how good a relationship they have with them.
Jack knew she had already had her evaluation of him earlier today. She did it with Robby. He knew because he went against everything good and honest in him and read her file. He was dying to know what she said about him. And unsurprisingly, it was all good things. All professional things. Too professional for his liking.
Jack is typically a chatter box but the moon shining on her face is making her look more like a princess than normal and he feels breathless. He's happy to get out the couple words he is able, "You're brave."
They just stare at each other for a moment. It feels like a standoff. Who is actually going to acknowledge that they're both half naked and alone for the first time in well...ever?
"And you're stalling. C'mon, you get to give me feedback all day everyday. It's my turn, Dr Abbot."
She flips her hair and tugs her coverup up and over her head - sets it down onto the dock next to his prosthetic. Jack sucks in a breath and doesn't even try to hide the fact that he is checking her out. She's doing the same to his bare chest and biceps. Jack barely notices because he is too busy wondering where the hell she managed to get a bikini that small.
The little smirk on her lips is what confirms for Jack that she knows exactly what she is doing. Two can play at this game, he thinks. He skips the boring questions about patient care and gets right to the questions he knows she is hoping he asks.
"How do you feel your attending's behavior impacts your learning experience as a resident?"
"The praise is encouraging. But the staring, the intense eye contact-" she pauses and Jack would laugh at the irony of it all, her eyes boring into his as she says this, if he wasn't holding his breath in anticipation, "-is distracting. But still encouraging."
Jack is silent for a moment then gives himself a quick mental pep talk. If he can be brave enough to be in combat, he can handle flirting with his colleague, "Well, if my staring is such a problem, why does it sound like you like it?."
"You wish." She kicks her leg as she giggles, splashing him. Her giggles stop quickly, the second Jack's strong hands wrap around her lifted ankle. He feels a sense of pride at her gasp and lets himself think that maybe, just maybe, he makes her feel the same way she makes him feel.
If only he could hear her heart pounding in her chest. He takes her foot in his hands gently, massages the arch of it as he asks the next question, "How stimulating do you find your attending's teaching style?
Jack can't hide the smirk that takes over his face as he realizes that she is struggling to answer - because of his fingers, "Do you need me to repeat the question?"
She rolls her eyes. In the way she does so often, but this time it is a little different - forced. As she answers, she is hoping he hasn't noticed that her faux annoyance is actually just a front for how turned on she is over such little touch.
"Stimulating? Mentally, very. Physically, there’s a lot to be…desired."
He drops her foot in surprise at her direct answer and for the first time tonight allows himself to believe the fact that this might actually be happening. She takes his brief shock as her chance to dip into the lake. It's pretty shallow. The water line is high enough to lap at her neck , but short enough to where they both could either stand or tread water. He swims a stroke towards her, they are almost nose to nose but they do not dare touch. Jack breaks the silence, but not her gaze.
"To what extent do you feel your attending demonstrates ethical behavior?"
The question she has been waiting for. She doesn't miss a beat in her response, "To an annoying one."
Jack's eyebrows raise in surprise, "That's a first."
Somehow, they both manage to get a small laugh out. Jack is first and foremost a combat medic. There are numerous colleagues of his that would argue his use of, what they would consider risky procedures, isn't necessarily the most ethical thing of all time.
"Can you expand on what is so...annoying?"
"You're always looking but...you're never touching."
"Well, some would say that touching your resident would be unethical."
"Some would say that you’re teasing."
"Oh, really? Who? Did you raise your concern with Robby? What did he have to say?"
They both feel the air shift. It's the fun of their dynamic. He lets her have her fun. Lets her have control. Lets her take the lead. Lets her be her. Because they both know at the end of the day, the only other person she is ever going to follow the lead of, feel safe enough to be vulnerable around, is him. And he is damn honored.
"You know I didn't." He wants to kiss the pout off of her face - it's so cute.
"You know, he didn't mention you going to his evaluation in the tiniest bikini on planet earth so I am going to assume -" Jack traces the bikini strings on her hips then snaps them against her skin as she gasps at him finally touching her. "-that this is all for me."
Now she is the one left speechless. She recovers flawlessly, "Also, meant to put that in your evaluation. Too cocky."
"Why didn't you ask Robby?"
"Jack-"
"When I ask my residents questions, I expect an answer. You know that." Jack's hands move up, rubbing at the sides of her waist. He feels how fast her heart is beating now. The pace matches his own, making his breath hitch. The confirmation that she is feeling as keyed up as he is gives him the confidence to brush his fingers, just under her breast, but careful not to touch it.
"Because I don't want Robby to touch me." His hands drift to the back of her thighs, lifting her legs around his waist. She feels him hard against her and tries not to drop her head back in the satisfaction of finally feeling him. She reaches her hands around his neck, rests them where his curls are. The curls she's imagined running her hands through what feels like a million times. Jack's hands rub up and down the back of her thighs as he holds her up. His fingers are dangerously close to her ass, but again, he's careful not to touch. Not until she says so.
"Who do you want to touch you then?"
She rolls her eyes again. This one is different too. But it's not forced like the first one. It's frustrated - sexually frustrated. "You know who."
"Whitaker? Shen? Langd-"
She mumbles "You're so annoying" before she is going to kiss him. He doesn't know where this sudden will power is coming from, but he stops her, one hand holding her up and the other on the back of her neck - keeping her in place.
"What'd I say about when I ask questions, hm?" Jack can't stop staring at her lips. Her full, perfectly pink lips that are so, so close to his own. They haven't even kissed yet and he's so far gone. They both are. He feels himself harden more than he thought was possible as she practically pants for his kiss.
Jack can't take it anymore, his thumb reaches under her bikini top, grazes across her nipple. He'd rather bite it but he'll save that for later. He can't wait to find out what pretty noises she'll make then if these are the ones she is making now.
"Oh my god! You, Jack! I want you to touch me! Happy!?"
"Unethically so"
And in one swift movement, Jack pulls her lips to his, swiping into her mouth almost immediately. She whimpers at the feeling of his tongue against hers. Jack draws back just a little bit, to snag her full bottom lip with his teeth. He's pressing a searing kiss to her lips again as his hands reach for the strings around her back and then her neck, tugging them loose. His other hand that is kneading her ass grabs the strings on her bottoms, pulls those loose as well. He grabs the scraps of fabric and tosses them onto the dock.
He drinks her in and if he thought the moonlight made her look perfect earlier, he doesn't even have an adjective for right now.
He always assumed there would be a sun in heaven but now he is sure that there is a moon. She tugs at his curls as she presses another hungry kiss to his lips, her hands dragging down his body and slowly scratching his biceps. Yes, definitely a moon.
Jack dips his head, takes one of her breasts into his mouth. Licking and nipping at one with his mouth. Kneading the other with his hand.
He comes up for air and a bit of teasing, "This unethical enough for you?"
She smiles at him in a dazed way that makes his heart stop. "Almost" she whispers in his ear, letting her lips run down his neck - lightly kissing, sucking at the sensitive spots, and then trailing her tongue over them.
She runs her finger under the waistband of his swim trunks. He moans at the feeling of her finally touching him. He feels her smirk into his neck as he takes off his trunks, throwing them on top of her swimsuit on the dock.
Her mouth is on his again. Hot and desperate. Jack can't help but think he is the luckiest man on the planet now that he knows that she is just as needy for him as he is for her. She grinds her center down onto his hard length, and they both let out a groan. Yes, definitely the luckiest man on the planet.
"You know how long I have been waiting for you to kiss me?"
Jack is panting, he whispers back, practically speaking the words right onto her lips. "Didn't want you to feel weird. You deal with enough at work - you didn't need your old attending hitting on you."
"I knew it." That makes Jack pause.
"What?"
"You weren't making a move because you were my attending. I gave you so many damn chances and you would just stare at me. That bikini was my last resort."
"That bikini - is going to give me a heart attack. And I know this is ironic because we are skinny dipping and making out like teenagers who are past curfew but I have way too much respect for you to assume you loved me back without explicit verbal consent."
Jack doesn't even realize it slipped out until he sees the expressions move over her face. First surprise, then just pure joy, "Love?" she teases, her eyebrows raising and her hands clasped at the back of his neck.
Jack just grins, his thumb brushing her cheek as he kisses her again and whispers softly against her lips, "Yeah, I love you."
She tosses her head back and laughs. His favorite sound. Even though they are completely naked right now - it's her laugh that is making him blush the hardest. "God, I love you. I'm gonna leave the world's most positive review for that bikini because I have been trying to get you to admit that for years and if I knew that was all it would take - I would have done this a long time ago."
"Yeah?" Jack can't believe his ears. But she is nodding her head, mumbling to him that he is an idiot, and kissing him again because she can't get enough. Neither of them can. They have about four years to make up for. They could kiss forever. But a door slamming against the wood of one of the cabins breaks them apart.
"Oh my fucking god" she whispers. She would recognize that blonde head of hair anywhere. And under any other circumstances, she would be more than happy to see it.
Jack grabs their swimsuits off of the deck and into his hands, under the water and hidden from view. She flies under the dock. The space is small, but large enough for her to not have to go under water. She's hidden and doesn't have to hold her breath - that is all she cares about. She clamps a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.
"I thought I told you that smoking was bad for you."Jack huffs. Dana laughs. There is a flicker of a lighter but it goes out just as fast as it was lit. It's broken. Dana sighs.
"Well, I need to go find a lighter that actually works but since I'm here - you feeling okay?" There's a lilt to Dana's tone. A teasing one.
Jack's brow furrows, "Why would I not be?"
"I don't know - I just transcribed all the attending reviews of the residents and I don't think I have ever read a more glowing review from you. I mean that thing could practically pass as a love letter.”
"She's a great doctor."
Dana cackles, "I didn't even say who it was."
Jack just laughs and for the millionth time that night he is thankful it is dark out because his cheeks are burning. "Okay, you caught me."
"But she is a great doctor. A great person too. Funny, kind, pretty, smart." a pause and then, "No longer your resident" another pause, "...single."
"Dana - what happened to you going to find a lighter that works?" That cracks a laugh from both of them.
"Fine, I'll leave you be - but you deserve to be happy too, Jack. So does she. I think you both do that for each other. Just keep that in mind."
"Goodnight, therapist Dana" Jack sing songs.
"Goodnight!" She yells back from her trek to the cabins. They wait for the click off the door before they are in the clear.
"Don't say a word" is flying out of Jack's mouth at the same time she teases, barely getting the words out between her giggles. "What a wing woman Dana is. Gosh, I just love her."
"Wing woman? Sounds like you have a crush."
Her eyebrows fly up her forehead in faux surprise as she points behind her to where Dana once was moments ago, "Oh, really? Because you’re writing love letters about me to our employer and everything. It sounds like you're obsessed with me!”
Jack mumbles a coy 'Something along those lines' and playfully tosses her bikini at her "Get dressed - lets go."
Jack is pulling his trunks on and jumping out of the lake and onto the dock. He tugs his prosthetic on and reaches out a hand to her. She just stares at him - blank and confused. They were finally there and now he wants to leave just because Dana had to smoke a cigarette.
He silences any doubt in her brain, "I'm not fucking you for the first time in a lake. You deserve a bed and not a UTI."
That tugs a laugh and a smile out of her. She ties on her bottoms and the bottom half of her top before she takes Jack's hand and climbs up onto the deck.
"Who knew what a gentleman you are." She turns her back to him, signalling for him to finish tying her bikini.
His whisper on the back of her neck makes her legs wobble in anticipation, "and I can't properly feel how wet you are for me if we're in the water."
"There he is."
They are a tangle of limbs and kisses and giggles as they slowly but surely make their way back to Jack's cabin. It is truly a miracle they don't get caught.
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The second time they'd almost been caught was practically a year from the first. It'd been a year since the lake. A year of finally loving each other. A year of somehow, someway - not being caught at work - despite Jack being absolutely, positively awful at keeping them a secret.
They were head over heels in love and he was a shameless flirt. The only thing saving them was that he was a bad flirt so nobody had really noticed yet. Or so they'd hoped.
She had moved into Jack's house two months ago. If he had it his way, she would have moved in about six months ago. She was always there anyway. That is what he would say.
They had spent all morning hiding her stuff - making it look like she had never even stepped foot in the place. She was even practicing her reaction to 'seeing his house for the first time'. Jack couldn't stop smiling at her. He was just happy she was finally referring to everything in the house as 'theirs' and not 'his' - even if he was being bossed around. He liked it. He loved her. More than anything.
Every year, one of the attendings hosts a welcome barbeque for the new interns and med students that join the program in July. The whole program comes, at least the ones who aren't working, from the newest third year med student to the most seasoned attending.
Usually, if there is a new attending, they are supposed to host after their first year on the job. Jack made up some random excuse as to why he wanted to host. Everyone looked at him like he had three heads when he had volunteered but he knew that she couldn't exactly send out an invitation with the same address as him and not blow their cover.
They had spent all afternoon on absolute opposite ends of their backyard. Jack posted up with Robby at the grill. She was lounging on the pool chairs with Dana, Collins, and Mel.
She was killing him. She wasn't in that purple bikini. This was a work function after all. But she could wear a paper bag and Jack would be sweating so the high cut swimsuit she was in now wasn't helping his case. The only thing getting him through the afternoon was knowing how she would be once everyone was gone.
She likes to tease that he is the needy one. And normally, she is right. But if there's a couple hours where they are on separate shifts or apart for whatever reason, having to pretend like they are not practically engaged, she is on him like glue the moment they're together again. And she doesn't leave him be. Jack relishes in it.
Like he is right now. They're putting the house back together. Getting all her stuff out and back in its rightful place. When they set up this morning, they had basically split the house in half and tackled it that way. Now she trailed behind him like a cute puppy, holding onto his bicep and nuzzling herself into his side. "Can we please do this tomorrow? I just wanna lay with you. I'm tired."
Jack is so giddy, he practically giggles. He slowly lowers himself onto their plush patio furniture. Tugs her down on top of him. Her legs on either side of his waist and her arms finding their usual place around his neck - her hands in his hair. He cups her face, presses a long kiss to her lips and then speaks against them, "From what? Laying by the pool and teasing me all day?"
"From pretending that this isn't our house."
Jack grins at the emphasis, and then they're both in a fit of laughter thinking about the hilarity of the day. Of their situation. Of how they silently communicate that they don't think they can keep sneaking around for much longer. They don't really want to. They know this is it. That they are it for each other. So everyone is going to find out eventually anyways.
He imitates her, "Dr Abbot, where is the garbage can? Dr Abbot, where is the bathroom? Dr Abbot, where is the-"
She covers his mouth with his palm and feigns annoyance as she rolls her eyes. "I'm not going to ask where the bedroom is if you don't shut up."
"Don't need the bedroom. Got you right where I want you, baby." He's slipping off that damn cover up that is really never doing its job anyways and laying her down on the daybed.
He's kissing down her body, slowly. Doing his favorite thing - worshipping her. Her hands pull at his curls and he lifts his lips from her body only to murmur against her hip, "Been dying to taste you all fucking day."
He's pulled her bottoms not even halfway down her thighs when they hear the lock on their fence rattle. She is up and running into the house faster than Jack can even blink. He can't help but double over in laughter - he has never seen her move that fast in their lives - not even for a code.
Robby's voice shuts Jack right up, "Why are you laughing to yourself?"
"Why are you breaking into my backyard?"
"I forgot my sunglasses." Robby walks over to where Jack stands by the daybed. He picks up a pair of sunglasses off of the side table.
Abbot nods to them, "Those look like Heather's sunglasses."
Robby doesn't miss a beat, "And that-" he juts his chin towards the coverup that was left abandoned on the daybed, "-looks like something that belongs to another doctor we know."
Jack feels his face heat up, "She must have left it here."
"I was talking about Shen." Robby jokes, cracking one of those smiles that reaches his eyes. A knowing smile.
Jack just has to laugh. It is Robby after all, "I'll bring it to her next shift."
"Oh, I'm sure you will, brother. I'm sure you will. Along with a coffee and probably an engagement ring if it was up to you."
If only he knew, Jack thought.
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After that day at the barbeque, Jack and her fess up to Robby and Collins. They were both their respective best friends. It was getting too hard and they really didn't see a reason for it anymore.
Robby and Collins were about as surprised as Jack and her were when they found out about them giving it another go - so not surprised at all.
It was Tuesday night the third time they almost got caught. A Tuesday night meant Robby and Jack had a basketball game for the ED's rec team and Collins and her would go to yoga and for a walk. Probably stopping at some kind of wine bar along the way that Jack and Robby would eventually meet them at.
Tonight was different though. Collins and her took their walk straight to the park district that the hospital league played at because tonight was the championship game and the whole department was going to support.
“Oh look who decided to grace us with their presence.” Robby teases the second they walk into the gym.
The boys on the team are warming up - Robby, Whitaker, Langdon, Shen, and Jack. She feels Jack's eyes looking her up and down - she didn't wear the matching workout set for no reason. The biker shorts were short and tight. The sports bra was low cut and tighter. She had a sweatshirt on over it though - gives him something to take off later.
Jack just smirks and tosses her the basketball. She catches it with ease and effortlessly sinks a shot. She hears Dana and some of the rest of their work friends cheer from their spot in the stands.
“Ooo look! She’s got better game than you, Dr Abbot” Robby nudges his shoulder.
She rebounds her own ball and shoves it back into Jack’s chest as she responds. He’s smiling down at her. He wants to kiss her so bad, "Someone has got to show you fools how it’s done.”
Her and Collins cross the gym and take the steps up into the stands to meet the rest of the department.
"Don't turn around, it'll make it obvious, but Dr Abbot is staring at your ass." Victoria whispers it to her like it’s the most scandalous thing in the world.
Victoria is being so sweet, trying to be helpful - she doesn't want to laugh at Victoria but Dana's response makes her and Collins crack up. They can't help it.
“Wouldn’t be the first time, kid!”
Oh and Dana knows now too. Dana is like a second mom to her. She couldn't not thank Dana for wing womaning for her that night out on the lake. Even if Dana was a little floored at finding out what she had actually interrupted that night.
"Dana!" She tries to pretend to be shocked. But their facade is fading quickly and neither of them particularly care too much. The only thing they care about now is the bet they have going on who is going to be the one to accidentally get them caught.
"Cheers!" Dana starts as she hands over a solo cup full of wine that she had packed in the cooler next to her. "to Coach Abbot." Dana finishes.
Now she is the one staring. Jack pulls off his sweatshirt, exposing his biceps in the tank style jersey they've all got on. She huffs a laugh at the fact that every other department has a color jersey and the ED's is camo patterned because Jack paid extra to get it. She can't necessarily claim she is paying attention to the game but she is paying attention to him and how good he looks as he plays.
She also feels a tug of pride in her belly. It may sound stupid, but playing a pick up basketball game was once thought to be impossible for an amputee like Jack. She had gotten him the special running prosthetics for his birthday. She had spent an exorbitant amount of money for him to be able to participate in this rec league. But she would have spent much more because it wasn't about the money. It was about him feeling good, feeling like himself, being able to do all the things he loves to do - no matter what. That was priceless.
The game flies by. So does the wine. At some point Dana suggests that if she had enough wine on her they should drink every time Jack looks up at her when he makes a shot and everytime Langdon airballs a shot.
The team sits on the bench as they prepare for the last quarter. A groan comes from Jack, then a low 'Fuck' and she is doing her best not to seem overly concerned. Suspiciously concerned. He doesn't seem hurt. He's been moving great.
But then she sees it. The broken running prosthetic. He places it in his bag and replaces it with his normal prosthetic. He seems fine but her heart sinks for him. He must feel her or something because he turns around and gives her a small smile and a thumbs up. That makes her feel better. Collins nudges her shoulder, pointing towards Shen who apparently had just called her name twice.
She tears her gaze from Jack now that she knows he is okay, “What?”
“We need a fifth person if Jack can’t play anymore.”
“Okay?” She asks, confused. What does that have to do with her?
“Jack said you played basketball in high school.”
“Not particularly well.” She glares at Jack. He knew she wasn’t great. Sure, she had a bit of a shot on her, but she hadn't actually played a game of basketball in over ten years.
“We don’t need well, we just need able.” Langdon pipes up in a completely non encouraging way that only Langdon can.
“Convincing.” she deadpans.
“Please, we just need someone who knows the rules. Unless anyone else in the department would like to reveal that they are secretly a basketball legend.” Shen looks at the department, sitting in the stands behind their bench.
The department looks at her. She sets down her solo cup and stands up, making her way down the few stairs to the bench, “I want it on record that I’m a glass and a half of wine deep. And Dana is pouring so that probably is more like two and a half."
Everyone claps and cheers and whistles. Then Jack takes off his jersey to hand to her, she takes off her sweatshirt and the whistles get louder.
Her sports bra dips lower onto her cleavage than she was planning on ever letting her coworkers see. She didn’t even know she had the mark on the top of her breast until Langdon yelled from down the bench, “What are you hooking up with a teenager or something? What’s with the hickey?”
She is absolutely beat red and Jack actually does a bit of spit take from his water bottle. Jack and her were adults. They weren’t in the habit of giving each other visible marks, but marking eachother in places noone else can see? That was a different story.
"Oh my god." She has never tugged a piece of clothing on to her body faster. The jersey falls over her like a dress, going past her biker shorts and hitting mid thigh.
She quickly scans Jack’s chest as he pulls a plain back tshirt on, praying to whoever will listen that she didn’t leave a mark anywhere on him last night. She sighs in relief at the fact that the only marks are his permanent ones. The ones she loves tracing - his freckles, his birth marks, some scars. She’s made a habit out of kissing the scars.
She would maybe be a little sheepish about wearing a jersey with a big 'ABBOT' on the back in front of all of their coworkers if Langdon hadn't just made her hickey everyone's business.
"Okay on that note, let's finish this game." She manages to huff a laugh and rounds the bench to sit with the rest of them. Landgon is bent over, tying his shoe. She knocks him over and he mumbles something about probably deserving that. She feels a bit better.
Jack is up and in front of the five of them, explaining some play on his white board as seriously as he explains assignments in the trauma bay. She takes a peak at their teammates, to see if they are also taking this as serious. They are - deadly so.
She can't help but start to giggle as the buzzer goes off and they're making their way to the court. They all look like they've seen a dead body, “Guys, lighten up. We’re playing radiology, not the 90s Bulls.”
She feels a gentle tug on the back of her jersey, pulling her back to the bench where Jack is. She slowly turns around to him, her eyes basically popping out of her head. Telling him what her mouth can't say. Could he be literally any more obvious?
“What can I do for you, captain obvious?”
Jack lets the jersey go immediately, “Sorry - habit."
Her heart warms at that because she gets it. It's hard when they're at work - not to reach out and just touch each other. Not even in a sexual way, just in the way that they feel like extensions of each other and it's weird to not be able to touch when they want.
She's technically still on the court and he is technically at the bench, but he is the closest a coach can get to the sideline without being on the court and she is the closest a player can get to the sideline without being out of bounds.
Close enough to hear him say, "Just wanted it also on the record that I’ve seen you accomplish much more impressive, physically demanding activities than a basketball game while a glass and a half of wine deep. Like when you were hooking up with that teenager last night.”
She can't help but whip back around agape at him, a smile threatening to take over her face, “You’re a dog.”
"And stop looking at me like that."
"What? I’m in trouble for looking at my coach?"
"You're in trouble for looking at me like that with my last name on your back."
She opens her mouth to respond but is interrupted by the referee who she is pretty sure is just a resident from psychiatry, "If the Emergency Department coach is done flirting with their new player, we can get this fourth quarter started."
She hears Collins and Dana cackle in the stands. Jack and her are both flushed for what feels like the millionth time that night and not from the basketball. The whistle blows and then the fourth quarter is well underway.
There is maybe a little more than a minute left in the game and against all odds, they are only down by four. She hasn't done awesome. She hasn't done bad. She's hit a couple mid range shots. Missed some too. But now she was definitely flushed from the basketball - they'd been running up and down the court for eleven minutes straight. And radiology had substitutions.
Robby makes an easy layup and they're back on defense. Radiology is passing the ball around, trying to kill time. She hears Jack tell Langdon to foul his player with the ball. He does, the guy misses both his free throws, and now the ball is back in their possession - for likely the last play of the game.
Robby dribbles the ball up the court. Maybe three seconds left and now they are only down by two. He dishes it out left to her. She's out on the left wing, behind the three point line and closest to the bench. The ball reaches her hands. All she hears is Jack muttering, "Shoot".
So she does. The ball leaves her fingertips and swishes through the net right as the buzzer sounds.
She turns around to look at Jack, her jaw dropped and a little shocked. "You did it! We won!"
And then they're both laughing. And his arms are around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her around before they both remember where they are. And who is watching. He sets her down and Robby claps a hand on her shoulder, "Be careful or we're gonna put you on the team next year."
"Absolutely not." She huffs, sipping her water bottle.
"I'm sorry - were you guys just hugging? We're all not going to ignore that, right?" Shen can't help himself. She knew he wouldn't.
"She did a good job." Jack says nonchalantly. As if they embrace like that all the time.
"I've done a good job all season. Where's my hug?"
"Those are reserved for players our coach has a crush on." Robby teases.
"Michael!" Heather chastises from the stands and that gets everyone going even more.
"Michael? Since when do you call him Michael-" Langdon trails off - figuring out for himself what's going on.
Jack and her just look over at Heather appreciatively. She mouths a silent 'Thank you' to Heather for taking the heat off of them.
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After seeing his last name on her back at the basketball game, and honestly way before then too, Jack could not stop thinking about calling her his wife.
They both knew that was eventually happening. They'd talked about it. They went ring shopping. She gave him a general idea of what she liked and then she left him to his own devices. She still wanted to be surprised. And she was still waiting to be surprised because he hadn't proposed yet. She was almost positive he had bought a ring because he had been acting so skittish the past week or so.
They're working the day shift together the fourth and final time they almost get caught. Robby and Collins went on vacation and they're covering their shifts for the week.
Jack is charting at the nurses station, trying not to stare at her everytime she walks by. It's been irritatingly slow. At least when it's busy they have something to distract themselves from each other.
“So Dr Abbot, who is she?”
They both freeze at Perlah’s statement. Jack stops typing. She was on her way to go round on a patient but quickly pretends she needs to make a pit stop at the nurses station to listen in.
“Excuse me?”
“The girl I saw you ring shopping for the other day.”
So he had bought a ring. She smiles to herself. Even more so when she sees how red Jack is. She winks at him from behind Princess and Perlah's inquisitive stares.
“It’s probably the same girl who decorated his house over the summer.” She pipes up from the back of the station.
Princess and Perlah laugh along with her. They're murmuring something about how they thought his home had a woman's touch to it at the barbeque earlier that summer as they're called away from the nurses station.
They leave Jack alone quicker than they'd leave Robby alone. They know he is not an open book and they'll respect that but that doesn't excuse him from some teasing. Especially if Perlah has got first hand information on him.
Jack stares at her, a smirk twitching, fighting to appear on his lips. She peels out of the station and to the staff lounge. Jack is hot on her heels and the staff lounge is thankfully, very empty.
"I could decorate the house if I wanted to. You just like that stuff." She playfully rolls her eyes and humors him.
"Sure you could, Dr Abbot. Just tell that girl she did a good job, yeah? On the house and the future husband."
"I'm not completely incapable of having taste, you know? I've got a pretty big diamond ring to prove it."
“I heard. Planning on doing anything with that anytime soon?"
He kisses up her neck, slow as his hands rub at her hips. He whispers as he reaches her ear, tugs a bit with his teeth and then, "Planning on doing a lot with it. And you. Exceptionally soon, actually."
Then he's pressing her against the wall next to the door and placing his lips on hers. His hand snaps at the waistband of her scrub pants, then under her top, over her chest and splays across her throat - lightly squeezing it. She whimpers at the sensation, her lips parting a bit further and Jack takes the opportunity to lick further into her mouth. They can never get enough of each other, they don't think they ever will.
This was especially reckless of them, though. They were plenty guilty of sneaking away to the on-call rooms or a supply closet, but the staff lounge during a fully staffed day shift was just further proof they were not keeping this sneaking around stuff up much longer, if at all.
She moans his name, quietly, as she reaches for his waistband. Any other time, when his brain was working, Jack would grab her wrist and tug her to an on-call room. But she's already got his head hazy and he knows they can't go much further in the literal staff lounge but he lets himself relish in her soft hand stroking his hard length.
He tells himself he'll give them just a couple more seconds - tie themselves over until they're off their shift. Or at least can find a supply closet that locks. Their usual spot had been compromised two weeks ago since it no longer had a working lock. He is silently counting down from five in his head. Five seconds and then they'll be done. But god, she has no business being so damn good at this.
He only makes it to three when the door handle jiggles and they are flying off of eachother. He sits in the chair closest to them. He can't go back out there until he is a little less...excited. She has made it practically halfway to the staff pantry when Mateo steps in.
She snags a lollipop from the cabinet and unwraps it. Jack has to physically keep himself from groaning out loud when she winks at him and wraps her lips around it. Way slower than necessary, by the way. She waves hello to Mateo and then looks at Jack, "Hope you find your ring, Dr Abbot."
And then she is out the door, but not before she hears Mateo ask Jack, "You wear a ring?" She laughs to herself.
Oh, he'll have a ring on that finger soon. They both will.
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Their luck wasn't going to last forever. They were honestly shocked they had made it almost eighteen months with only Dana, Collins, and Robby knowing. Sure, they got some suspicious glances from Shen or Ellis sometimes, but everyone else seemed none the wiser.
They had had the night shift from hell. Nothing tragic had happened, thank goodness, but it had been absolutely jam packed with cases. She doesn't think either of them had gone to the bathroom or eaten or even had a sip of water for the entire twelve hours.
She knew it wasn't healthy. It wasn't healthy for anyone, but especially for her. She had been diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes as a baby and at this point in her life, she could guess what her blood sugar was without some kind of monitor inserted into her skin 24/7.
Of course, she typically wore one anyways. Especially at work. Like right now. She was dizzy and sitting at the nurses station, head in her hands, waiting for everyone to finally arrive for shift change so she could get the fuck out of there and go home with Jack.
She could feel the shakes coming on and she really did not want to pass out at work. She's kicking herself for not eating the many snacks Jack had been bringing her from the vending machine. Where was he finding the time to go get those? She had no idea. But the incessant flow of cases left every offering unintentionally untouched.
Jack was protective of her. Not in a weird, possessive way. But he loved her, cared for her, wanted her safe. Her passing out at work, or really anywhere, was not safe. He could also intuitively tell her blood sugar, high or low. And if she was having one of those days where she didn't want to take care of her diabetes on top of everything else - he was the one injecting her with insulin or making her a snack.
Her continuous glucose monitor was old, as a resident she could barely afford the one she had and then she just hadn't thought to change it once she got her pay raise as she graduated to an attending. She usually could just tell her sugar levels anyways.
Jack was the one who came home one day with a new one for her. This was like his super bowl. His two favorite activities - taking care of the love of his life and spending a lot of money on new medical gadgets - all at the same time.
This new one could connect to her phone, easily communicate her sugar levels in real time. When she never hooked that up because sometimes she just doesn't want to be constantly reminded of her diabetes, he just connected it to his apple watch.
That is how she knew the ED was busy. Because otherwise Jack would be standing over her, feeding her himself, until her blood pressure was back to a normal level.
It was almost like the thought of Jack summoned him. Jack was second to shift change, behind her. He strokes her hair a couple times and drops a bag of peach rings into her lap - taking advantage of the time alone.
“Sit and eat before you faint, please.” He says gently. He sets a glass of water on the desk in front of her.
“Jack, I’m fin-“
“You’re shaking like a leaf and your blood sugar is-“ he pauses and looks at his watch, “64 and dropping.”
“Why do you know her blood sugar?” Mel asks, as she walks up, genuinely confused.
Both Jack and her are frozen in place, staring at each other.
“And where did you get those peach rings? We don’t have those in our vending machines. Only at the store across the stre-“ McKay trails off as she puts two and two together.
“And why do you get her blood sugar sent to your apple watch?” Langdon chimes in, eyes darting in between the pair of them.
“Wait, is your glucose monitor connected to Abbot’s apple watch?” Whitaker with the questions now.
Jack just looks at her, shrugs, and digs into his wallet as they both laugh. “I knew you’d be the one to get us caught.” She mutters, satisfied with her victory.
He slaps a $100 bill onto her palm. She pockets it and tosses a couple pieces of the candy into her mouth, still chuckling.
“Get you caught?”
Robby, Collins, and Dana are laughing uncontrollably. Because of course this is the way they would get caught.
“If the peanut gallery could quiet down over there - I could let you all know that yes, her glucose monitor is connected to my apple watch because my fiance likes to play Russian roulette with her diabetes and that is not happening on my watch.” Jack's voice is serious but the big grin on his face is giving him away.
“Quite literally, actually.” she adds.
“Fiance?!”
"Yes, now hurry up with this shift change so I can get her home before she becomes a patient."
"I knew that house had a woman's touch!" Perlah yells from across the hall, not letting her patient get in the way of any gossip. Especially something this big.
Eventually, everyone calms down. Her blood sugar slowly rises as she eats. Jack stands next to her chair for the rest of shift change, her head leaning against his leg, his hand softly massaging the nape of her neck and her shoulders as the other hand takes notes for the both of them.
They wrap up shift change, not without a few jokes tossed their way, and then Jack is kneeling down to be eye level with her. "How you feeling?"
"Peachy." She giggles. So does Jack. They're both a little giddy right now. "Take me home?" she asks, intertwining his large fingers with her own.
"Gladly." He smiles as he helps her up and presses a kiss to the back of her hand, both of their backpacks on his back.
They don't escape completely unscathed. They both hear Langdon as they're halfway out the door, "Oh my god, that hickey you had at the basketball game was from Abbot!?"
"Nothing gets by you, Langdon." Jack claps him on the back as they exit.
Once they're outside, Jack presses a kiss into her hair and murmurs "I love you". Right in the middle of the ambulance bay - because he can now.
If he knew getting caught would feel this good he would have slipped a long time ago.
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II HANDS II HEAVEN; dr jack abbot x dr!reader
words: 5,800+
content warnings: lowkey SO filthy, but also SO cute, banter, caretaker jack, yearning jack, tad bit angsty, patient does die at some point, may be my favorite one i have written
notes: because dr jack abbot has two hands and boy does he know how to use them
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“Have you two kissed and made up yet?” Bridget asks, eyeing them.
“In his dreams.”
“In his dreams.” Jack imitates mockingly, high pitched.
“You know, for an old man, you have a lot of growing up to do.”
She can tell by the amused look dancing on Jack’s face that he is about to imitate her words again.
She raises a finger just as his mouth opens, “Don’t-“ she presses her finger to his chest, “you dare.”
His head tilts down. His gaze follows her finger, falling right into her trap. She quickly trails her nail back up over his chin then his lips and finally, flicking him in the nose.
She is cracking up laughing. Bridget is too. And Jack is pretending to be annoyed. “Oh and I’m the one who needs to grow up?!”
“You guys need to get a room. Preferably Trauma 1 because we have a patient incoming.” Bridget shoos them away from her nurses station, a grin still playing on her lips as she shoves two gowns into Jack’s outstretched hands.
Once inside Trauma 1, Jack grabs her arm. He signals for her to lift them as he reaches around her - her back to his front, he ties the gauze gown around her waist and then goes for the tie around her neck. The one they normally never have time to tie anyways.
“You know I love it when you dress up for me.”
His minty breath tickles the back of her neck as he speaks. He can’t see her roll her eyes but he knows that she is. He knows her like the back of his hand.
“And you know I’m still mad at you.”
“Well if you would listen to me for once in your life-“
“You are not my boss anymore. I don’t have to listen to you.”
“Oh, because you listened so well when I was your boss, hm?”
“I can finish tying my gown. Your hands are full.”
“I’ve got two hands.”
And just like that it's decided and he's finishing up tying her gown. They have no reason to be this close to each other anymore but neither of them moves a muscle. He reaches around her to grab a pair of gloves and he takes his sweet time while doing so.
She sneaks a glance at the prominent veins in his forearms and wishes she didn’t. Why does he always have to look so damn good?
The doors are slammed open by a gurney. “Showtime.” is all that tumbles out from her mouth before her and Jack are back in their usual rhythm.
Or their somewhat usual rhythm. In the trauma bay, residents typically stood at the head of the bed. Their main responsibility was keeping the patient’s vitals steady. Protecting the precious breath that told everyone else in the room that the patient still had a fighting chance.
Ever since she became the night shift's second attending six months ago, Jack and her were still getting used to sharing opposite sides of the bed. Jack was used to looking up from the patient and her eyes already being on him, silently asking him for direction. Now, it’s like she forgot he was even in the room.
Unless, of course, they were debating their differing opinions on the standard of care for the patient.
So yeah, maybe Jack had been picking a few unnecessary fights here and there just to get something from her. He never said it was healthy but he didn’t know what else to do.
He missed her. He missed guiding her hand through a procedure and the way she would look back at him with an expectant smile, waiting for his praise. Practically needing it.
He always gave it to her. Usually sticking with “Well done” or “Solid work” because the one time he went to say “Good job”, a “Good girl” slipped halfway out instead. Thank god no one had noticed.
It makes him sound like an ego maniac, and he promises he isn’t, but he relishes in that feeling of her needing him. Or at least thinking she did. Of the fact that the smartest most competent doctor the halls of this ED had potentially ever seen, looked to him for guidance.
He wanted to take care of her - beyond work. He'd come to terms with his crush years ago but also came to terms with the fact he could never have her. At the time he was her attending and even now that he isn't - he is still at least 12 years her senior and carries more than enough baggage for the both of them.
So he settled for taking care of her at work. Sometimes he pushed the boundaries with the praise and the extra teas but he took care of her within the appropriate context of their working relationship. Until now, apparently. Now that she wouldn’t let him.
Jack had been spoiled all these years. Pouring his knowledge into residents, and a lot of them were great, but none of them had ever quite surpassed what he could do in the ED. But now here she was, mopping the floor with him. He’s proud of her. And he would love it even more than he already does if she would just pay an ounce of attention to him. God, he was starting to sound pathetic.
After her first six months of residency, Robby transferred her to the night shift. He told Jack he was getting a good one. One who saw every single patient as a person rather than a box to be checked, even on the bad days. One who probably single handedly kept the patient satisfaction scores of the ED afloat. But that came at a price - it slowed her down. Impeded on her education. She needed to move quicker and Jack was the kind of teacher to teach her how to do just that while still maintaining her inquisitively kind nature.
She was a damn good doctor but Robby knew that under Jack’s watchful eye and baptism by fire teaching style - she could be great. And she was great.
She is great. So far beyond great, Jack catches himself watching her in awe most nights. But right now he was watching her with concern.
The young girl on the table beneath them was not going to make it.
She was normally better than him at this, less emotional, about knowing when to call it.
But he knew why she wasn't going to be right now. The patient on their table looked eerily like her little sister that she had lost to the same kind of drunk driving accident when she was a kid.
The older sister was even out in the family waiting room - holding her sister’s favorite stuffed animal. She had said she was holding on to it while her sister got better. To keep it warm for her.
It was a bright pink stuffed rabbit. The same kind she had clutched the night her sister died. That she never was able to return to her sister. Jack knew he was the only one in the ED that knew that. She’d told him so one night on the roof after a particularly bad shift. What Jack didn’t know was that he was the only person she’d ever told.
They had a way of bringing that out in each other. Neither of them pushed and that’s probably why they could so effortlessly pull stuff out. Neither of them were an open book to anyone but each other. He makes her feel understood. She makes him feel safe. They make eachother feel the most themselves they’ve ever felt.
But right now all he was making her feel was anger.
“Call it.”
“There was just a pulse a second ago.” They both knew there hadn’t been. Jack doesn't say it though.
She had taken compressions over from Whitaker. Wanting to do this one herself. Making it worse on herself.
“Call it.”
“She can still make it. Let me try one more time.”
Jack silently signaled for everyone else to leave the room and move onto their next call. The girl was gone. At least they could all try and replace this horrible memory by hopefully being able to save the next one.
“I said - call it.” Jack’s voice was low but still steady. Still calm. He wasn’t trying to pick a fight this time. He just wanted her to free herself of this burden that was not hers to carry.
“And I said, let me try one-“ compression “more” another compression, “time” compression.
So he let her. Not because he thought it would work. Precisely, the opposite actually. He knew she would never forgive herself if she didn’t feel that she gave every last ounce she had. Selfishly, he also knew she’d never forgive him for calling it earlier than she thought they should have.
One more compression and then a flat line on the monitor.
Beyond the occasional puff of air coming from her mouth as she caught her breath, you could hear a pin drop in the trauma bay.
Jack’s behind her again, gently untying her now bloody gauze gown. She turns to him. As much as they’ve been going at it lately, he is who she wants in these moments. In all the moments, really.
He slides off his gloves and then her own, not breaking eye contact the entire time.
His hands move to her shoulders and then slowly drag down to her triceps - steadying her and studying her. He doesn't speak. He doesn't need to. Just delicately searches her eyes with his own. Asks her if she’s okay and then assures her it’s going to be okay - all without even opening his mouth.
She tries to keep the tears in with deep breaths. Her palm pressing against her forehead.
“Time of death-“ She inhales shakily, “04:44.” She slaps her palm over her mouth like she just summoned death itself with her words. Then the dam breaks.
“Jack, I can’t-“ She barely gets out between hiccups.
“Shhhhh - I know. I will.” Tell the family is what she means. He’ll do that for her. He’d do anything for her.
And then he’s reaching his hands to cup her face and pulling her against him. Letting her cry it out against his chest.
Her arms wrap around his middle, squeezing so hard it was almost like she thought he’d disappear if she loosened her grip. He rubs up and down her back with one hand, cradling her head in his other and pressing the occasional kiss to her temple.
He whispers into her hair, “You are the best emergency physician I have ever seen. If you couldn't save her, no one could. If the person I cared about most in the world had to be in a trauma bay - you are who I would want to be in charge of it.”
That catches her off guard. They spend a lot of time together. More time together than with any of their family or friends or any potential partner. They talked a lot. About basically everything but that private part of their lives. She always assumed it was because neither of them really had much to report back on but his words are the first time she lets her mind think otherwise. That he may have someone that isn’t her. The thought terrifies her beyond belief.
Technically, they were single. They weren’t each other's. But - yes they were.
“Who is that?”
“What?”
“That you care about most in the entire world?”
Jack wasn’t even sure when it happened. Probably in between the dates on the rooftop that were probably only dates to him and the early morning carpools when he purposely took the long way home just to spend more time with her.
He takes a sharp inhale and blinks. Hard - like he’s just realizing now what his answer is. Like it always felt so natural that he never had to think too hard about it, “You.”
They’re both frozen and then she’s huffing a nervous laugh and pulling out of his grip. Avoiding his eye contact. Back to ignoring him. Back to pushing him away.
“Very funny.” She quips as she walks to the door, pretending to be engrossed in attempting to fix the hand sanitizer dispenser that’s been jammed for the last four months.
Jack stays in place like the soldier he is, “I’m serious.”
That brings her gaze back to his. Her jaw drops slightly, her pupils dilated. He thinks he sees hope in her eyes. The observation gives him some too.
He thinks he’s caught her off guard but what she says next practically knocks the wind out of him, “Me too.”
“What?”
“The person I care most about in the entire world. It’s you, Jack.” She doesn’t give him a chance to respond before she’s pushing out of the room.
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They don’t talk again for the rest of their shift. Not really, anyways. The ED is absolutely slammed. They’re basically running from trauma bay to trauma bay, room to room - even once to the ambulance bay. That’s how you know it’s busy.
But wow do they make a fucking phenomenal team. When they are on, they are on. They were close, but they didn't lose anyone else that night.
They catch their breath at the lockers, after the hand off with the day shift.
Jack wraps an arm around her head, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “Go home. I’ll order Thai food to your place. Watch that trash TV you like. Shower. Cry. Cry in the shower. Sleep. Just know you gave everything you had tonight. Do not beat yourself up over this.”
“I don’t think the other people at the gym would appreciate me crying in the showers.”
“Why are you showering at the gym?”
“My apartment building has the water turned off for the day. I don’t know - they are fixing something. And there is no shot in hell I am showering here.”
“Come on. You’re coming home with me. Shower at my place. I’ll cook us breakfast while you do so you can cry in peace.”
The silence hangs between them. An expectant silence but one that says that if they are alone in a place that isn't the hospital - it is going to be damn near impossible to remain professional.
“Jack-“
“Let me take care of you, please. You deserve it, especially after tonight.”
And for once, she listens.
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Jack busies himself with the omelettes and tea he’s making because if he thinks too hard, or at all, about her naked in his shower - he is going to combust.
The thought of her fully clothed in his space is enough to do his head in. He cannot even begin to let his brain broach the thought of her naked one floor away.
He is setting her favorite hot sauce, the one he hates but always kept in his fridge in case this moment ever happened, on the counter when he hears the water being turned off upstairs.
A couple light footsteps, the sound of a drawer opening and closing, and then his name. "Jack, where is your lotion?!"
"It's in the cabinet up top - furthest to your right." He yells back. Normally he would go up there and just grab it for her but he only has so much self control. It will all probably go down the gutter if he goes up there and sees her in only a towel.
"I can't reach it."
He curses under his breath and heads up the stairs - two at a time. He is not religious but he is praying to whoever will listen that she is wearing some semblance of the clothes he laid out for her. Now that he thinks about it, that might be worse.
Either way, he is in trouble. He stops outside his bathroom door and knocks lightly, " Can I come in?"
"No, I'd like you to get the lotion down from outside the bathroom." She sasses.
He smirks as he turns the knob, muttering something about her being a smart ass and a pain in his ass. He swallows hard at the sight of her.
She looks stunning because when does she not. He traces her collarbones with his eyes, down her arms, and over her legs - finally up to her face. Her eyebrow is lifted and a coy smirk on her face. Oh, she knows exactly what she is doing.
Jack shakes his head, as if that would get the thoughts of what is hiding under her towel out of his head.
He just clears his throat and reaches up to the cabinet, settling the lotion onto the counter, "Here."
She doesn't even pretend to grab it. Just lets it sit in between the sinks. In between them.
“Thank you - for today. I’m sorry, I’ve been a little bratty lately. I just had to prove to myself I could do things without having you in the room to encourage me to.”
“No, you have nothing to apologize for. I should be apologizing. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how much I would have to get used to you not needing me anymore.”
“I may not need you anymore but I still want you, Jack. I always will. But I probably haven’t shown that too well the past couple months so I’ll cool it with the attitude. I know you’re always just trying to help.”
“You don’t have to do anything on my account.” A beat and then, “It’s hot when you talk back.”
If Jack could shove those words back into his mouth - he would. He doesn't know what came over him, why those words came out - maybe something to do with the way she is staring at him. Eyes half lidded as she looks up at him through her lashes, a subtle grin as she bites her plump bottom limp.
"I am so sorry. That was so inappropriate."
“Jack-“
"We can just pretend I nev-"
She places a hand on his chest to interrupt his rambling and he pauses almost instantaneously, “Jack - I talk back because I think it’s hot when you put me in my place.”
Oh.
He looks down at her and lets out a low whistle, “You have no idea how bad I want you. How bad I’ve wanted this since the day you walked through the doors at the Pitt but I will not take advantage of you.”
His hands stay firmly planted to his sides but gosh she's making it really hard to keep still.
“Not even if I beg?”
He takes a sharp inhale, rubbing the back of his neck and then over his face with his palm, “You had a bad night. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret just because you’re upset”
“Jack, do you remember my first night shift? As an intern?”
“Yeah, of course. Knew I was in trouble from the jump.” He talks faster than she has ever heard him. She can tell he is a bit confused. What does her first intern shift have anything to do with why she is half naked in his bathroom almost four years later?
“That morning, when I went home, I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands off me. I’ve been upset a lot over the years. I’ve been ecstatic, I’ve been angry beyond belief and every other emotion in between. But the one thing that’s always stayed the same is that at the end of every day, I wished I was coming home to you. I'm not going to regret this because I love you, Jack. No matter what kind of day I have. Good, bad, or ugly - you are always the best part of it."
“God, I think I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear you say that.” His hands fly to cup her jaw, he looks right in her eyes before he kisses her with everything in him. He pulls away barely, his forehead resting on hers, to whisper, “I love you. So much.”
"Can you show me - because I didn't call you up here in just my towel to chit chat."
Jack chuckles, his hands find her hips. He gives them a squeeze before he turns her around to face his bathroom mirror. They lock eyes through the glass and for the second time today, her back was to his front.
“What would everyone say if they heard you were such a slut for me.”
“Probably, ‘In his dreams’”
“Behave.” She can feel Jack smirking into the skin on her neck as he kisses her there. Long and slow - she whimpers at the feeling.
“I’ll think about it.” Her voice comes out shaky - clearly reflecting the effect he is having on her.
All in one swift motion, Jack unties and drops her towel, lightly smacking her ass.
“I said behave.”
She goes to roll her eyes. Not because she doesn't like what he is doing - because she loves it. Absolutely loves riling him up. But he knows her and he knows she's going to do that so before she even can, he smacks her ass again, murmuring a “So fucking perfect” as he rubs the red mark he left.
“Show me you can listen and I’ll be a lot nicer, angel.
All she can do is let out a whimper of his name. It is music to his ears.
Jack trails kisses up her neck then pecks one to her mouth before he’s grabbing her chin. They make eye contact through the mirror, one of his hands on her chin and the other splayed dangerously low pressing against her stomach.
He swipes his thumb against her lips as he whispers in her ear, his stubble tickling her cheek and she can’t help but imagine how it will feel between her thighs. “Let’s put that mouth to better use, huh?”
He swipes two fingers through her glistening folds. He can hear how wet she is. Feel it threatening to drip down her thighs. She moans at the emptiness - his fingers leave her and press their way into her mouth. His fingers weigh heavy against her tongue as her lips close around them, sucking, but never losing his eye contact. Jack groans at the sight.
“Taste yourself for me, baby. Look at how pretty your mouth is when you aren’t giving me attitude.”
Her knees are already threatening to give out and he’s barely even touched her yet. Anyone else wouldn’t notice the slight wobble. But he did. He notices every little detail about her - how could he not?
“You like it that much, hm sweetheart?”
She can’t manage words. Only a low moan and a nod as she presses her back against his front, feeling his bulge through the sweatpants he’d changed into when they’d gotten home. “Jack please, I want to see you. I want to feel you.”
“Greedy, yeah?”
“Jack, please. Too many clothes.”
“Shhh - I told you I was gonna take care of you tonight, yeah? Let me baby. Then you can have me. Be patient.”
Another moan pulled from her.
“You’re the most stunning woman I have ever laid my eyes on, you know that right? And so damn smart. My smart baby, yeah?"
She turns to face him, running her hands over his chest and then down his biceps as he talks. She takes her time. She’s trailed the veins of his large arm muscles with her eyes more times than she can count. Now that she gets to do it with her hands, she may never stop.
She gets to his hands, god those hands. His capable, strong, sturdy hands. She remembers what he said earlier today, about having two hands, and she feels her cheeks tinge pink. She’s seen his hands perform extraordinary miracles but she has a feeling the one he performs on her now will be her favorite.
His hands knead her hips as she goes, both of them relishing in each other's touch, until she breaks the silence. Her wide eyes look up at him. They look so innocent. Her words are anything but, “I want you to fill me up.”
“Fuck me. You’re gonna kill me.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Are you gonna be a good girl and come when I tell you to?”
“Dr Abbot, I’m always a good girl for you. Especially that night you almost called me one right in the middle of the ED.”
Jack is shocked, “You caught that?”
“Touched myself thinking about it that night.”
He practically moans, “My god.” before he turns her back around to face the mirror. One hand on the back of her neck, the other on the small of her back, slightly bending her over.
Finally, finally he presses two fingers into her. Her head falls back onto his shoulder as he pumps in and out of her, both of their breathing heavy.
“I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already soaking wet.”
“For you? Always.”
He kisses her forehead then tilts her head back up by her chin with his free hand.
“Keep your eyes open, look at me baby.”
His fingers are still working on her. She’s almost there. Gasping for air. Her eyes shut and she's right there until...she's not. He's stopped.
Her eyes flutter open and she doesn't even bother to turn around - just stares at him through the mirror, "What the hell?"
“I said keep your eyes open. I want you to see how good you look taking my fingers, angel. Gonna look even better on my cock”
At the reminder, she buck backs against him.
“Not so fast, baby. Gonna make you come on my fingers. Then on my tongue. Then fill you up. How does that sound?”
“Yes, Jack, please. I need it please.”
“You sure you can handle it, baby?”
“I can-fuck, I can handle it.”
Then he’s working her again with his fingers. She keeps her eyes open, drinking in the filthy sight of them. One of his hands cradling her chin as she rides the other one - she is completely naked and Jack is entirely clothed. It makes her so worked up, her orgasm comes quickly.
“That’s it. Good girl—that's my good fucking girl."
Then he’s stepping around her and sinking to his knees in front of her so she can still see herself in the bathroom mirror. He knocks her ankles a little wider. They’d closed a bit after the last orgasm and she gasps at his tongue cleaning up her first mess and going for a second.
His hands wrap around her thighs, holding her in place. She tugs hard at his salt and pepper curls as she unravels. She looks down at him, craving his eye contact.
He slaps her ass again as a reprimand, “Eyes up. I want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me."
The words make her second orgasm tumble out just as fast as the first and she’s pulling him up by the collar of his shirt, placing a blistering kiss on his lips. His hands cradle her jaw and then they are in her hair, tugging slightly.
Their hands desperately clutch at one another as they kiss, gasping into each other’s mouths as if they’ve been starved of one another.
“Jack - clothes off. Now please.”
This time he listens. Then he is back behind her just as quickly as he’s coaxing his length into her. They both sigh at the relief.
“Doing so good for me, baby. Give me one more, yeah?”
He presses his forehead to hers. She nods and he leans up to kiss her temple again before rutting into her. Both of them loudly moaning at the sensation.
“Holy shit. And I thought nothing was gonna beat how fucking delicious you tasted. You feel like fucking heaven, angel.”
His broad hand crowds her neck, forcing her gaze to meet him in the mirror again as his fingers find her clit as he pounds into her from behind. Not too slow, not too fast but intentional - hitting all the right places because although they’ve never done this before he just knows. He knows her.
“Look at how pretty you look taking me.”
“Jack-“ she can’t get the sentence out. She trails off into a string of whimpers and moans as she verges on her third orgasm of the morning. She squeezes her walls around Jack and he grunts, he’s close too.
“So this is all I’ve got to do to get you to listen to me, huh? Why didn’t you just say so baby?”
“Jack-“
“Yeah, sweetheart.” He barely manages to get out.
“Can I come for you?”
At that alone she feels him spilling into her, “Yes baby. Oh my god, yes.” he falters, caging his arms around her, steadying them against the counter as they both ride out their highs.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Me too- told you to start listening to me.”
“You’re filthy.”
“And you fucking love it.” Jack smirks as he uses one hand to wipe her clean with a warm washcloth, the other hand holds her head against his lips. He presses a kiss to her temple then her lips and then up and down her shoulder and neck until she is a giggling, blushing mess.
Jack picks up his shirt he had laid out for her but leaves the pants. She lets him tug it over her head and hugs him tight when he's done. Arms around his middle, just as she had done earlier. He dips his lips to the crown of her head, arms around her shoulders as he inhales his shampoo in her hair. It makes him want to melt.
He plants a kiss into her hair, "Come on - lets get some food in you."
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Jack didn't think his life could get any better after what just occurred in his bathroom but here she was - barefoot in his favorite shirt - prancing around his kitchen. She fiddles with the police scanner, he told her she could find one of the music radio channels instead. He used the police scanner as a distraction but he doesn’t want any distractions from her.
He restarts the omelettes because he got a little distracted before. He doesn't recognize the song that is on but she must - the way a grin bubbles from her lips. He kisses it off and pulls her into his side as he cooks.
Your love run through me like lava
Pull my fit over these hips
You grip, I grind
Then taste this wine, I'ma taste what's mine
Jack couldn't wait to taste her again. And she couldn't wait to taste him for the first time. If they hadn't just worked a twelve hour shift with little to no food - omelettes would be the last thing on their mind.
'I'll never stop you, you'll never stop me
From bein' whatever we need to be
And in these dark times, I'm so glad that this love is blinding
'Cause all I see is the best of you and all you see is the best of me
And you bring out the best of me
And all I see is everything
Your goals, your glow, your inner being
And our bigger meaning
Jack decided he liked this song. It reminded him of them. They brought life into this world one hour and were saying goodbye to it in the next. But in both hours they helped people. And they helped each other by loving each other through it. Their purposes were intertwined - both inside and outside of that hospital.
So, let's lose us in these sheets, yeah
And when I get up to walk, I wanna feel weak, yeah
Well, I ain't goin' far
So, stay where you are
Feel like you partied in Venus and we woke up in Mars
"You're not going to be able to walk tomorrow. Could barely get downstairs." Jack smiled to himself thinking of how he'd carried her down the stairs just moments ago.
"Oh shut up and dance with me." He turned the stove top off and turned to her. These omelettes were never getting made.
With the way she was looking at him - he was perfectly fine with that.
I been waitin' my whole life
And I'm gonna give you the best years of your life
You and I
He twirled her around as they danced - her singing the last words of the song to him. He didn't care that she had the world's worst singing voice - he was still blushing. Because she'd already given him the best years of his life - he couldn't possibly imagine the happiness that lied ahead of them now that they were finally letting themselves have it.
He felt himself getting emotional. He tugged her to his chest, cradling her head, mindlessly pressing kisses to it - ensuring she was real. That this dream was real.
"Jack"
"Hm, baby?"
The cutest yawn he’d ever heard and then, "Take me to bed, please."
Yep, definitely real.
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They'd been in bed cuddling for a mere five minutes when Jack's phone dings on his bedside table.
“You are not seriously on call right now?” Her head pops up off his chest and he has never been more annoyed at Robby for texting him than he is right now.
Jack groans as he reaches over, “No, just a question from Robby about that heart attack case we had this morning.”
“He can figure it out.”
“Let me answer - it will take two seconds.”
Jack types or at least tries to. She kisses up his neck - lightly sucking at the sensitive spots and then licking over them. Never doing enough to leave a mark. They don't need those questions at work tomorrow. But enough to make him dizzy.
Her legs are tangled in his and he lightly slaps her ass, “Stop being so hot please, I’m trying to get my work done.”
“Work? Flirting with Robby is more like it.”
“My bad flirting is reserved only for you.”
She points at his chest like she had done this morning, “Better be.”
He looks down and she flicks her fingers up, flicking his nose a lot lighter than she had earlier.
Jack is quicker now, grabs her finger and uses it to gently tug - to wrap her arms around his neck and pull her on top of him. Her legs fall to either side of his waist. It is hard to tell where she begins and he ends but they are a ball of laughter as they settle into each other.
She rests her head in the crook of his neck, placing a kiss there as he does the same to her forehead. Her hands play with the curls at the nape of his neck. One of his rubs up and down her thigh. Then her back. The other in her hair massaging her scalp, lulling her to sleep.
“Get some sleep, baby. I’ll punish you for that when we wake up.”
“Looking forward to it.”
“Behave”
“Only cause you said so.”
They both fall asleep with grins on their faces. And wake up with them too.
I CAN SEE YOU; dr jack abbot x chief res!reader
words: 3,200+
content warnings: jealous abbot, fluffy, YEARNING, lil bit smutty
notes: based off of this banger
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He was everywhere. Or at least it felt like it.
His shoulder brushing against hers as they lifted a patient from gurney to bed. His rough but warm fingertips skimming her own soft, manicured ones as they swapped shift notes. Every hallway she was entering, he seemed to be exiting - their bodies just barely grazing each other as they passed by. In the ambulance bay, outside the family room, the break room, at the nurses station.
He was everywhere in that damn ED. And now he was here too - at her usual hot yoga class.
Jack already felt like a fool for being there. His therapist had been telling him for years to try yoga and for years he had been rolling his eyes at the suggestion.
Typically, he was pretty good about listening to his therapist but what could yoga teach him about focus and presence that years in combat and emergency medicine hadn't already?
That was until she showed up.
Jack can still remember the exact thought he had the first time he saw her, 'Thank god she is not on the night shift.'
Her confidence, her beauty, the way her hips swayed when she walked, her brain, her laugh reverberating through the ED, how calm she was under pressure, her smart ass comments that made him crack a smile even on the worst of shifts - would all cause him a lot more trouble than they already did if she was with him on the night shift.
The first year of her residency was fine. He barely saw her and when he did, he told himself that he was just proud of a competent student who had a bright future ahead.
The second year of her residency, he had to admit to himself that he had a crush. A crush that he could never ever act upon - it was inappropriate on so many different levels - but a crush none the less. He was her boss, her teacher, at least 12 years her senior and he respected her far too much to let his own selfish wants get in the way of the career she had worked so hard for.
This third year was absolutely fucking killing him. He thought he had finally gotten a handle on his crush. That admiring her from afar was the closest he’d ever get to having her. And he was okay with that. Until Shen and his wife had a baby and Shen asked her to swap shifts with him.
In true Shen fashion, he didn't even mention it to Jack. Jack just choked on his coffee when she walked through the door and told him the news. When he asked why she'd agreed, she just shrugged and said, "If I'm not going to have a life outside of this place, I guess Shen can."
It has only been a month of her on the night shift and Jack already feels insane. Which is how he found himself at the closest yoga studio to the hospital. He was desperate to regain his previous level of focus so when his therapist suggested yoga again, he listened for once in his life.
Once he saw her, Jack probably had about a 5 second window to escape the studio without being caught. But he missed it because he was too busy drooling over how her skin tight powder blue leggings complimented the swell of her ass.
"Dr Abbot?"
Too late now. She unrolled her mat next to his, because of course the only spot left in the class was next to him, and then she just looked at him with a shadow of a smirk on her face.
"What is so funny?"
"Nothing. I just never would have pegged you as a hot yoga guy."
"I'm not."
She just raised her eyebrows in question.
"My therapist suggested it."
"Therapy and yoga? Next you're going to tell me you have a Nobel Peace Prize or something."
Jack's lips couldn't help but mold into the smallest smirk. He was so happy this room was dark. "No...just a purple heart. Only had to give them my leg to get it.”
The laugh she let out earned them a couple glares but Jack could care less about disturbing the quiet of the yoga studio when she was looking at him like that.
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She felt almost nervous as she trekked up to the roof. Their shift had sucked - plain and simple. It felt as if everyone coded in some capacity. One of the many they could not save was a veteran and Dr Abbot had just gotten through telling the family.
Probably why he was getting chicken wings and beer DoorDashed to the roof of the hospital.
She opened the door with her hip, both hands being occupied by Dr Abbot's delivery.
"What are you doing here?"
"You know they only pay residents so much - I had to pick up a side gig." Dr Abbot's was too distracted from the long day to realize she was making a joke.
His face falls into what reads as surprise and then sympathy. Like he's been an attending for so long that he forgot the abysmal wages residents make.
"I'm kidding! Your dasher took his job title a little too seriously and dropped this off with me in the ambulance bay and told me to get it to the 'guy who is always on the roof.'"
"You didn't have to come all the way up here."
"I wanted to check on you."
"I would have come down to get it. I have legs."
"You have leg. Singular. Not plural."
Jack let out a genuine laugh that he didn't even know he was capable of after the day they had had.
"Have you ever considered stand up?"
"Have you ever considered standing on the safe side of the safety railing? Just a thought."
"I like the view from here." He was staring right at her.
Ironically enough Jack had started going to yoga to distract himself from her and it has done the complete opposite. If anything, the friendship they have struck up has made him more bold. They have a routine - they work, they go to yoga, they get a tea and then Jack drives her home. And they yap the entire time.
Oh yeah, she's started calling him Jack now. So much so, he doesn't blush anymore when she does it. But she is blushing now.
Her cheeks are burning red. She is hoping to blame it on wind burn or something. Is Jack finally flirting with her? Ever since they ran into each other at yoga, class by class, she has gotten him to relax around her. She gets more Jack and less Dr Abbot. But still, it feels like he's restraining some piece of himself from her.
She noticed last week, when she mentioned her rapidly approaching residency graduation, he seemed different. At first he seemed surprised, almost like he forgot there even was a residency graduation. Then relieved like the concept of her no longer being a resident was exactly what he needed to make any kind of move. Or so she hoped.
She turns, his food and beer in hand, sits against the wall of the hospital and cracks open a beer. What is she doing? She doesn't even like beer. But she likes Jack. And is trying really hard to not imagine the muscles she sees under his shirt at yoga being used to press her against the wall she's sitting against.
"Hey - that's mine."
"Get over here then, Abbot."
He takes off of his jacket on his walk over and she allows herself only a second of imaging it on her bedroom floor. The feeling of Jack placing it around her shoulders and plopping himself next to her brings her out of her head.
"You don't have to-" She starts.
"You’re cold." He gently tugs her hair out from under his jacket and she wants to absolutely melt at the brief sensation of his touch on the back of her neck. She has to stop herself from whimpering. She tells herself to get a grip.
She just holds up her beer, "Consider this my delivery fee."
Jack clinks his beer against hers, "Cheers...to being a yoga guy."
Her bright eyes blow to the size of saucers, her jaw drops, and she's laughing as she knocks her shoulder against his, "I knew it!"
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Jack is in trouble. He now has an unlimited monthly yoga membership to the studio closest to the hospital even though he only ever goes with her after their shared shifts. He thinks he may be falling in love. Fast. And even worse, he is starting to allow himself to think that maybe she is too.
He thinks maybe it was always there for both of them but something about this impending residency graduation has given them both the freedom they needed to explore it. Not that anything has actually even happened.
She felt stupid. She was close to getting herself a neurology consult for the way she was thinking. Nothing had ever actually even happened between her and Jack. But having to go from experiencing his quiet confidence and intellect and calm teaching at work to his sweaty muscles and heavy breathing at yoga had her brain running absolutely wild.
He probably sees her as nothing but his favorite resident and she is practically falling in love with him. And that isn't a hyperbole.
The night was slow in the ED. Noone dared to say that out loud though. Especially since it was still earlier - barely 9 PM. Some of the day shift was even still there - opting to work their mandated monthly double shift on a slow night.
They were both at the nurse's station - always in each other's orbit. Jack was charting and she was recommending a jeweler to Bridget. She had found him when looking for someone to make a custom dog tag necklace that was meant to be a replica of the kind her dad wore when he was in the Army. When he died, they were never able to recover his actual tags.
Jack's phone went off and he stepped away for a moment before returning. He pointed at her before tucking his phone back in his pocket, "Gloria says we have a VIP patient en route from PPG Paints Arena. Connor Matthews from the Penguins. And he has specifically requested you."
If she didn't know any better, she could've sworn Jack's jaw twitched.
The murmurs began real quick. Why was the star of the Pittsburgh Penguins requesting her? She hated that Connor was coming in but she sort of loved that Abbot could potentially be jealous.
Princess cut straight to the point, "How do you know him?"
"We grew up together. He played hockey with my brothers."
Connor was being ushered in, still in his jersey and ice pack resting on his forehead, as she walked over to him.
Jack watched out of the corner of his eye, hoping he was looking like an attentive attending rather than just plain jealous. He pretended to be charting but he was straining to hear every part of the conversation.
"I texted you."
"I know."
"I called you."
She grits her teeth as she repeats herself, "I know. I also know that you could have gotten stitches from the team doctor so why the dramatic visit?"
"I think you know why."
"Connor, I don't know how many times I have to tell you this-"
"I know! I just can't help myself."
"Well start." She deadpans, flashing her light pen way too close to his eyes. Maybe not the most professional thing in the world but he deserved it for wasting her time like this.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Checking for a concussion."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Mateo, can you please take him over to a room and stitch him up?"
"I requested you."
"And I request that you stop wasting my time at my job that you disrespected then and you are disrespecting right now."
"I didn't mean to."
She ignores him. She gets one more quip in before Mateo is wheeling Connor away. "Oh, Connor, I almost forgot - are there any 21 year olds we need to call to let them know you're okay?"
She hears a muffled laugh behind her. She turns to see Jack, elbows on the counter of the nurses station, pretending to be engrossed in his charting. She goes to plop down in the seat in front of him.
"Eavesdropping is impolite, you know?"
"I don't know what you are talking about"
"My standup career, remember?"
Jack grins at her, his eyes soft and then he does the unimaginable. He winks at her. Like he is acknowledging he got caught listening in on her conversation with Connor. She almost falls out of her chair. He seems perfectly fine, walking around the nurses station to grab one of the tablets.
"Didn't know your boyfriend was a hockey super star." He speaks up from behind her.
"Ex boyfriend."
She feels his breath on the back of her neck before she hears him. His tone is low and almost sensual, "Good." is all he says before he's walking away.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
She doesn't know who is squeezing her harder - Dana or Collins. The moment she stepped into the bar they were running over, squeezing the living shit out of her and whispering 'Congratulations' into her ear.
"Congratulations on what?" She laughed.
"Graduating residency!"
It was tradition, every summer when the residents graduated, the attendings took the team out to celebrate on their tab. Legend has it, there used to be a graduation ceremony with speeches and presents and an open bar. But due to budget cuts, Abbot and Robby had to take matters into their own hands - and credit cards.
"Oh and Robby has a surprise for you." Collins added.
"Oh no. If it's anything like the surprise he gave you last year then I decline! She is so damn cute though." Robby and Collins won't actually admit that their baby girl was conceived on this same night last year but the rest of the pitt crew have decided to make it canon.
"Before I hand you this drink, I need you to sign this. If you want, obviously" Robby interrupts - the world's largest grin on his face.
"Sign wha-" The realization dawns on her mid sentence. It's her offer letter to become an attending at the pitt.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Absolutely sparkling, shining letter of recommendation from Dr Jack Abbot, by the way. He never writes those. Almost gave Gloria a heart attack with that one.” Robby winks at her as he hands her a pen.
She signs. They cheer. They hug. They cry a little bit. Happy tears - at the idea they now get to spend more time together rather than one of them getting shipped off to a different city for a new job.
She can’t remember the last time she was this happy. And a lot of it has to do with someone who isn’t even here yet. She spots him walking in and her feet are carrying her over to him before her brain can tell her to stop.
A smile appears on Jack’s face when he sees her. She’s not in scrubs or workout clothes - although she looks just as beautiful in those.
She’s in a white sundress and sandals. Her hair wavy and her cheeks tinged pink and laden with freckles. He noticed hers come out more in the summer time, just like his.
They’ve never really hugged before but she’s throwing her arms around his neck to hug him hello and his arms wrap around her waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He’s so close he can smell her lip gloss and he wants to kiss it off of her more than anything.
He settles for, “I heard I have a new colleague.”
“Aren’t you lucky?”
“Very.”
Then she’s pulled over to chat with her fellow residents. Abbot over by Robby and some of the other attendings.
Drink after drink, people start to fall off. She joins Collins and Dana and eventually the boys make their way over as well. Everyone is making bets on who is going to go home with who.
Santos goes home with Garcia. Easy money. Same for Victoria and Mateo. Langdon goes home alone and sober - thank goodness. Dana’s husband picks her up and Collins and Robby have to go relieve their baby sitter.
Robby sets his half finished beer in front of her, “Here, finish my beer. Don’t wanna waste it.”
She grimaces and Collins cackles, “Robby, you know she hates beer!”
Then they were gone. Jack wore the world’s cockiest smirk on his face and they were alone.
“So did you hate beer that day on the roof too?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
The bar is shutting down so Jack pays the tab and they make their way out into the sticky, summer air.
“Come on - I’ll drive you home.”
They’re walking so close their hands brush about five times on the short walk to the car.
She turns to Jack before he can open her passenger side door but he was one step ahead of her. He’s practically an inch away from her as he speaks.
“You know there used to be an actual graduation ceremony for the residents. With presents. So I got you something.”
“You didn’t have to-“
Jack just places the small box in her hands. He takes her purse so she has free hands to tug the ribbon and open the present.
She gasps - her dad’s dog tags. Presumably, the real ones. She can’t even form words, “How did you even-“
“Called in a couple favors.”
A couple of tears fall because this is the absolute nicest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for her. Jack is hesitant in his reach but the loving look in her eyes spurs him on. His hand cradles her cheek, wipes away her tears.
“Jack-“
“Yeah.” His voice is clipped, out of breath, expectant - hanging off her every word.
She nods her head, almost to encourage herself, before looking back up to him, “I’m going to have to get a new job if I am totally reading this wrong but I think I’m in love with you.”
“Thank fucking goodness.” And then he’s grabbing the box out of her hands, placing it and her purse on the hood of the car before his hands are on her. Kissing her with every ounce of pent up longing from the past three years.
She’s pressed against the passenger seat of his car, her hands in his hair and his cupping her face.
Eventually, his forehead falls to hers as he whispers against her lips, his hands resting on her waist. “I love you.”
“I’ve pictured this so many times.”
“You won’t believe the things that I’ve seen in my head. Wait until you see half the things that haven’t happened yet.”
“Well then why don’t you show me, Jack.”
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He’d already pulled an orgasm from her using his thigh - had her pressed against his front door.
“God, you’re fucking perfect. I can’t believe I get to se you like this.” All she can do is let out a low moan in response.
Her body felt like it was on fire. Since they’d moved into the bed he’d made her finish on his fingers and now was eating her like she was his last meal.
She tugged at his curls, finally, after imaging it so many times. He groaned into her, inserting another finger and sending her over the edge.
“Oh - Jack! Oh my god-“
“There she is - my good girl.”
He’s insatiable and who is she kidding - so is she. He’s kissing up her body, pinning her hands above her head.
“Jack, I need to feel you. Please.”
His hand lightly wrapped around her neck. He whispered in her ear, “God, I love you.” And then he’s kissing her forehead and sliding into her all at once.
“Holy shit - you’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.”
“I love you.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
Neither of them last much longer. She’s on orgasm #4 and he’s on #2 (she’s been waiting for years - she couldn’t not suck him off the first chance she had).
“I’ve never orgasmed that many times before.”
“Pretty good for an old man, huh?”
“All that yoga must be paying off.”
They laugh - all that yoga is paying off far more than either of them could have ever imagined.