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John Rogers is the creator of two of my favorite things:
Leverage and Leverage: Redemption, show(s) about criminals who team up to punish billionaires and corporations who take advantage of regular people in ways that the law won't punish. It's a great heist show, it's hilarious, it's satisfying in a vengeance sort of way, it's deeply nerdy in sometimes subtle ways (criminals using aliases from Doctor Who, anyone?), and seeing the characters and relationships develop is really nice, too.
The following quote: "There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old's life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs."
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Look, Elementary made a load of really smart adaptational decisions with the Holmes canon, but re-interpreting the Baker Street Irregulars as a group of hacktivists who delight in making Sherlock do weird and stupid shit is probably one of the best.
chat reminder to just write whatever the fuck you want. write that overused trope. write that obscure shit that no one will have heard of. just. do it. your writing is yours stop depriving it of that.
honestly in the era of AI slop it is more important than ever for you to write or draw that incredibly niche/strange/unpalatable thing you want to make. the world needs the unique weirdness of people more than ever
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three time that jack abbot proves he is your friend, the one conversation that has you questioning everything, and the moment he tells you he wants more
PAIRINGS: jack abbot x fem!reader, night shift x platonic!reader
WARNINGS: oblivious reader, smitten abbot, 'i'll pay for it' mentality, they're so cute istg, observant abbot, cursing, reader is described as shorter than abbot, john shen (in an endearing way), trinity santos (also in an endearing way), confession in a storage closet
WORD COUNT: 4.08k
🎶 : about you - the 1975
AN: 🩵💗 - i am obsessed with this man. it's bad. also i think this is one of my favorite fics i've ever written. ENJOY!!
one: the coffee
“I seriously think I’m going through withdrawals.” The urge to scoff has never hit you harder than now as you shake your head at Shen’s whines. “If I don’t have a coffee in my hand in the next ten minutes I’ll pass out.”
“You big baby.” You tease, speaking with as much faux pity as you can muster. “Life is just so hard for you, isn’t it?”
“And to think-” Shen smirks. “I was gonna offer to buy you one too.”
“How chivalrous.” You grin, nudging him in the side playfully. “I take back everything I’ve ever said about you.”
Lena sighed. “Do I need to separate the two of you, or are you finished?”
“Finished.” You smiled. “What do you have for us?”
“Sunburn victim.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “You’ll love it.”
“Oh goody.” Shen laughs, walking away as you follow after. “Thanks Lena!”
“But seriously though,” You smile at your coworkers as you skirt through the halls. “If someone-” Shen groans. “Were to buy me a coffee, I would have no choice but to love them forever.”
“Good thing I know your heart already belongs to me.”
You scoff, muttering under your breath as you pull back the curtain. “You wish.”
Your eyes doth deceive you.
Sitting before you, in all its glory, is what you can only describe as a Dunkin buffet. “Shen, I love you.”
“Wish I could take credit, but this wasn’t me.” He stared in awe. “You’ve literally been with me this entire time. When would I have had time to get my phone out?”
“Well who was it then?” You raise a brow as you peruse through the contents of the afro-mentioned buffet. “God?”
“Don’t know if I like that nickname.”
You swear that man’s voice could make your insides turn to mush if you let it. Arguably the hottest man you’d ever seen, Jack Abbot has been haunting your thoughts since you’d started working here four years ago. Even when you worked the day shift, you’d find yourself lingering after under the ruse of ‘finishing your charting’ just to catch a glimpse of the night shift attending.
He was now unfortunately your boss. And friend, you guess. It was complicated.
“Haha.” You stuck your tongue out. “That was a pretty good joke for someone of your ripe age.”
His hand clutched his heart. “That hurts.”
Behind you, Shen was rolling his eyes. Both of you had been flirting since the day you started, according to Shen and Ellis (the timeline was messy). Even Lena called you out on it, going so far as to call you ‘a pair of lovestruck fools’. It happened so often you found yourself replying automatically: we’re just friends, that’s just the way Dr. Abbot is. Because, unfortunately for you and your hopes for more, that is how he was. Caring, and kind to a fault.
Shen was eager, his eyes glowing at the Dunkin similarly to that of Smeagol and his ring. “What’d you get?”
“Your usual.” Abbot gestured to the large latte. “And there’s a bacon egg and cheese somewhere in there. Some munchkins too.”
You watched with mild fascination as the (almost forty year old) man dug through the bag like a dog. That was one of your best friends, you realized. A laugh escaped your lips, knowing that while he was one of the goofiest people you knew, he was also one of the most competent doctors in this ER. “You’re a lifesaver.”
“How’d you know I wanted coffee?” You leaned against the counter. “Was I that obnoxious about it?”
“You’re not obnoxious.” He frowned. “I heard through the grapevine that Shen was getting cranky. Thought I’d save you from his wrath.”
“My hero.” You dramatically batted your eyelashes. “Good thing you acted fast.” Your stomach grumbled as your gaze fell towards the buffet. “Did you happen to get a-”
“Iced vanilla latte with oat milk and an extra shot of espresso?” His eyes sparkled (maybe you were imagining it) as he spoke. “Yes I did.”
“You know my order.” Your voice was soft. “How-” Reminding yourself that publicly lusting after your boss was widely frowned upon, you pulled yourself together, muttering under your breath. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
There was something so horribly handsome about a man so casual about acts of service. Your back was turned to him as you grabbed your drink. “How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing.”
The butterflies were back. “Dr. Abbot-”
“My treat.” He insisted, his voice never wavering. Was there anything he did that didn’t make you a bundle of nerves? Answer: no.
You hid your smile behind your straw. “If you insist.”
“I do.”
A look of pure adoration adorned your face. “What a gentleman.”
two: the parking garage
When you first started your night shift rotations, a man had followed you into the hospital, always two steps behind you. Every time you sped up, he sped up. Every time you slowed down or took a turn, he did the same.
It got to the point that you decided sprinting the rest of the way to work would be smarter than waiting to see if this man was going to try anything.
You looked so shaken when you got into the building, that Abbot swore then and there to walk you to and from your car for every shift the two of you shared. An act of a boss who cares about his employees, you told yourself. An act of a man who’s obsessed with you, said Trinity.
Now you were a resident, lucky enough to stay at The Pitt, and lucky enough to work almost exclusively night shifts.
Jack Abbot stayed good on his promise, not that you were shocked by it. He tended to be a man of his word, yet another quality you admired about him.
So here you were, walking from your car to your shared shift with the object of your affections. “How was your day?”
You smiled. “Fine. Slept like the dead, had some ramen for lunch, and watched tv.”
“Sounds busy.” He teased. “Fancy ramen, or cup of noodles?”
“Fancy.” You replied. “Fried an egg, cut up some chives, and put some pork, carrots, and bok choy on top.”
“Are you sure you didn’t miss your calling of becoming a chef?” Jack laughs, holding the door open for you.
You ignore the way heat rises to your cheeks, smiling gratefully. “If only I knew how to make anything but fancy ramen. I’d be like Gordon Ramsay.”
“Or maybe Wolfgang Puck.”
“Maybe.” You fought the urge to tease him about ‘showing his age.’
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Tonight?” Honestly, you had no idea. Princess and Perlah wanted to take you out for breakfast, but you hadn’t set a date on it yet. You had a sneaking suspicion they asked you to hang out because of your ‘relationship’ with Dr. Abbot. They were horrible gossips, those two. You loved it. “I don’t think I’m doing anything.” Admitting out loud that you had nothing to do was more depressing than you thought it would be. “Kind of always doing nothing, to be honest.”
“Well if you want a break from doing nothing, you could give me a call.”
“Yeah?” You felt much too vulnerable as you looked up at him.
He nodded, a soft smile etched on his lips. “Yeah. There’s this jazz festival happening downtown I was thinking of going to.” He shrugged like he wasn’t short circuiting at all the horrible ways you could turn him down. “Could be fun.”
“I love live music.” His heart clenched as you smiled so gently he felt what could only be described as cuteness aggression. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Jack.”
“So nice of you to join us.” Shen spun around in his chair, shaking his head like a disappointed father who’d been waiting for his daughter to show up before curfew. “Where have you been?”
“Your mom’s house.” You giggled, eyes subconsciously drifting over to Abbot to see his reaction. The attending huffed, a small smile on his lips. Your laughter only grew as a result. “Sorry, that was cheap.”
“Very, and disgusting.”
“See, it’s funny because that’s exactly how your mother likes it-”
“Go put your things away, you animal.” John pushed you toward the lockers, watching Abbot stare at your disappearing frame. “When are you gonna tell her?”
“Tell her what?” Jack’s usual air of nonchalance dared to crack.
“I’ll protect you, kid.” Shen’s voice grew gruff as he tried to imitate his fellow attending. “I was in the military, and was a bodyguard in a past life-”
“I don’t sound like that.” Jack almost sounded offended. Almost. He had a small smile on his lips, like he was enjoying watching his friend make a fool of himself.
“Oh, big strong Abbot-” Shen’s voice now grew high, pitchy as he tried, and miserably failed, to imitate you. “What would I do without you?”
“Alright.” Jack glared. “When you’re done with whatever this is, come find me.”
three: the cookout
You had a rare day off, a day you’d only dreamt about. Your plans were to literally do nothing, to lay on your abnormally comfortable couch and mindlessly stare at whatever sitcom was trending. Or go on a walk, you honestly didn’t know. That was the beauty of your day off, you could do anything you wanted, which included getting away from work and your coworkers.
But then Jack Abbot gave you his signature smile, and your knees buckled as he invited you to a cookout at his house, his voice all gruff and sincere, and, dare you say, eager.
All of the sudden, you had plans.
His house was perfect, there was no other way to put it. The neighborhood was cute, not boring, but not loud. Close to the hustle of the city, but far enough away that it felt secluded. His grass was perfectly green, everything just as it should be, but not sterile. It was lived in, and it was homey.
It was Jack Abbot.
You nervously sat beside Victoria on one of his many lawn chairs, watching him grill from afar. “He’s gonna look up and see that you’re staring at him.”
“I’m sure he already knows.” Whittaker mumbles. “You’re not exactly subtle about it- ow!” He glared at Victoria. “What was that for?”
“Is Trin coming?” Your voice sounded far away, distracted and detached from reality.
“No.” Whittaker smirked. “She’s too busy taking an extra shift just so she can possibly see Garcia.”
“Oh that poor girl.” You frowned, as you tore your eyes away from the older man. “Hot take: I don’t like the way Garcia is treating her.”
“Santos isn’t exactly setting any clear boundaries about how she wants the relationship to go-”
“Right.” You nodded. “But still, I know what it’s like to have feelings for someone who most definitely does not return them in the same way. It’s rough.”
“I feel like we’re moving on too quickly from the whole ‘I know what it’s like’ thing.” Vic mumbled.
“You know what I mean.” Your eyes fell to your hands. “It’s not like my pining will result in anything, and-”
“Not trying to ruin this beautiful moment of delusion or freak you out-” Vic whispered. “But he’s staring at you.”
You stood up, straightening out your sundress. “I’m hungry.”
“Oh really?” Whittaker scoffed. “How convenient.”
“Shut it, you.” You hissed, turning around. “How do I look?”
“You look great.” He smiled, pushing you towards the table of food. “Good luck.”
Ellis stood beside Jack, waving at you as you approached. “Hey.” Jack nodded. “Having a good time?”
“The best.” You smiled. “Thanks for having me. Your house is beautiful.”
“Thank you.” His cheeks were pink. Probably from the sun, you told yourself. “You know you’re welcome anytime.”
Ellis crossed her arms. “Long time no see.”
“Tell me about it. Eight hours is far too long.”
“Want something to eat?” Ellis gestured to the array in front of you. “I made fruit salad.”
“Ooh.” You wiggled your eyebrows. “What kind of fruit are we working with here?”
“Mango, pineapple, kiwi-” Oh, shit. You frowned.
“Actually Ellis, I’m-”
“She’s allergic to kiwis.” Jack muttered.
Ellis turned around, tilting her head. “Sorry?”
“She’s allergic to kiwis.”
You were staring, you could feel yourself doing it. “How did you-”
“Remembered.”
“From when?” Curiosity killed the cat, or in this instance, curiosity killed your composure.
“Shen’s birthday cake.”
“The-” Your lungs emptied. “The cake you got him two years ago?”
“Yeah.” He nodded like it was no big deal.
And then, the most horrifying, disgusting sound left your lips. It could only be described as a sort of shrill screech, something that your body did when you were either laughing so hard you couldn’t breath, or, apparently, when Jack Abbot remembered things about you and caught you off guard. You slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide.
Ellis was cackling, clutching her stomach with tears in her eyes. “What is wrong with you?”
You spun on your heel, stalking back towards safety - towards a place without Jack Abbot’s presence looming over you. “Holy shit, I’m a freak.”
“Explain.” Whittaker leaned forward.
“Did you not just hear that witch’s cackle I let out?” Your voice was muffled as you hid your face in your hands. “That was humiliating.”
“What happened?” Vic laughed. “It can’t be that bad.”
“He knew I was allergic to kiwis.”
“And that’s significant because-”
“He remembered something I said in passing two years ago.” You pulled your hands away, your expression crazed. “Who remembers things from that long ago?”
“Dr. Abbot does, apparently.” Vic muttered under her breath. “This is like something out of a fanfiction, I swear.”
“Alright, miss retired fanfiction writer.” You hissed. “Hold your horses-” Your eyes widened as she darted for her phone, most definitely writing down this interaction in her notes app for future inspiration.
“You are so lucky Santos isn’t here. She would never let you forget this.”
“It gets so much worse. I was so caught off guard by him remembering that I screeched, like a fucking hawk.”
“Oh no.” Vic sounded almost as worried as you did. “Do you want to leave? We can totally-”
“You forgot to get your food.” Catching a break was not in the cards for today. Curse Jack Abbot and his kind nature. “So I made you a plate. No fruit salad, I promise.” You turned around, hoping your body would refrain from combusting until after he left.
“Not trying to get rid of me?”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “Too valuable. Who would keep Shen entertained with all your TikTak-”
“TikTok.” You corrected.
“TikTok lingo?” He finished, holding out the plate toward you. “Night shift would be lost without you.”
“Well-” Your fingers grazed his as you took the peace offer. “I don’t know about that.”
“Whittaker, Javadi.” Jack looked over your shoulders, smirking. “You two look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“No ghosts here.” Whittaker replied, equal parts amused and horrified at the situation you’d found yourself in.
“Uh huh.” He nodded slowly. “I’ll leave you kids to it.”
“Oh my god.” Victoria murmured as he walked away. “That was-”
“Something.” Whittaker agreed. “Santos is gonna be so mad she missed this.”
the conversation…
The coffee shop was bustling, full of hungover college students, finance bros, and tired mothers desperate for something to put some pep in their step. You, Victoria, Whittaker, and Santos sat in the corner by the window, huddled as you told them everything Abbot had done recently.
“Last month-” You almost whispered, fearful that someone you knew would walk in and overhear. “Shen and I were complaining about not having any coffee, and thirty minutes later, Abbot had bought an entire Dunkin buffet for us.”
“Okay.” Santos laughed. “That’s sort of a stretch.”
“But then-” You continued, desperate for them to fuel your delusions. “A week after that, when he was walking me into our shift-”
“Still not over that whole arrangement.” Santos muttered under her breath.
“He asked me what I was doing that night.”
Vic choked on her coffee, eyes wide as she coughed. Whittaker patted her back comfortingly. “Breathe, Vic.”
“I said that I wasn’t doing anything. And then-” Your cheeks felt like they were about to explode. “He may or may not have invited me to a jazz festival.”
“And did you go?”
You shrunk into your seat. “No?”
“Oh my god.” Santos groaned. “That was so obviously him asking you out.”
“Not necessarily.” You weakly defended your actions, because deep down, you knew she was right. That had been your chance, and you’d missed it. Completely and utterly missed it.
“Tell her what happened at the cookout.”
“Huckleberry told me the gist.” Santos laughed. “I heard you completely embarrassed yourself.”
“Dennis!” You gasped. “What the hell-”
“I didn’t say that!” He glared at Trinity. “I did not say that! I told you what happened. You came to that opinion all by yourself.”
“I screeched like a hawk.” You groaned. “I screeched because he remembered that I’m allergic to kiwis.”
“He’s a doctor.”
“I told him I was allergic two years ago.”
“Ah.” She nodded slowly.
“And-” Victoria added. “He told her that the night shift wouldn’t survive without her.”
“So let me get this straight.” Trinity sat forward in her seat. “Abbot has bought you a coffee, walks you to and from all of your shifts, knows your allergic to kiwis, told you how the night shift can’t live without you, and you think that it’s-”
“What any friend would do?” You nodded. “I would do the same for you, or Vic, or even Whittaker.”
“I’m sorry.” Dennis sounded highly offended. “Even me? Why so hesitant?”
“If I assume that all of these actions are because of something else-”
“Which they definitely are.”
“He’s just being nice. What if I say something and I’m so drastically off that he ignores me and then asks for me to be taken off the night shift and it’s awkward forever-”
“Alright.” Trinity interrupted. “I’m confused. At the beginning of this conversation, it was like you were trying to convince me he was doing things because he likes you, and now-” She scoffed. “You wanna know what I think your issue is?”
“Please.” You took a sip of your coffee. “Diagnose me, doctor.”
“I think you’re scared of admitting that you actually want something to happen. I think-” She sounded much too pleased with herself. “You would rather stay in ‘what if’ land than actually try and do something about all of this. Because what you’re describing to me is Abbot being obvious about his feelings, and you avoiding something serious by blaming it on his kind nature.” Trinity sat back. “Am I wrong?”
“I hate you.” You whined. “I’m actually fucked.”
“You could be.” Victoria teased. “If you let yourself confess your feelings for a certain salt and pepper haired attending.”
“Javadi!” Trinity gasped, looking at her friend proudly as she nodded in agreement. “That man does not want to be your friend, I promise.”
the moment that changes everything…
One second, you were walking through the halls, the next, you were being pulled into the storage closet.
Life was odd.
Jack Abbot stood in front of the door, arms crossed, his biceps stretching the sleeves of his shirt dangerously. “You’ve been avoiding me.” He says. It’s a statement, not a question, like he’s been watching you long enough that he knows when something is wrong and when something is right.
“Avoiding you?” You laughed. “We were just treating a patient together not even thirty minutes ago-”
“You know what I mean.” He took a step forward, and suddenly the rather large storage closet felt much too small. “What’s going on?”
Perhaps this hadn’t been your smartest move. Your conversation with Trinity, Victoria, and Whittaker had made you realize things, things that you were much too scared to face. So instead of taking Trinity’s advice and addressing it, you thought the best course of action would be to cut off all casual conversation with Dr. Abbot.
A strictly professional relationship.
That proved harder than you thought.
“Nothing’s going on.”
“For the past two weeks, every time I try to talk to you, there’s something else of more importance.”
Well shit. This is not how you wanted this to go. Your heart clenched at the thought of your actions causing him distress. “That is how an ER works.”
“Yeah?” He tilted his head. “I didn’t know.”
“Okay, Mr. Sarcastic.” Your body was freaking out, fighting your thoughts of jumping up and kissing him, and your more logical thoughts of staying professional. “I’m sorry that I’m busy.”
“Did I do something?”
Fuck. He looked like a kicked puppy. “No, you didn’t do anything.” You took a step back, holding yourself back from reaching out to put a comforting hand on his arm. “You never do anything wrong.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I just-” God, you weren’t helping yourself at all. “You're a good person, that's all I meant.”
“Are you sure I didn’t do anything?”
“Yes.” Another step back, followed by another step towards you by Jack.
“Really?” Now he looked smug. “Because earlier, Santos and Javadi were giggling when they were leaving.”
“They giggle all the time.” You reasoned.
“Santos was pointing at us.” He raised a brow, like he was daring you to fight back again.
“Ah.” You nodded slowly. “That’s my fault.” He didn’t reply, he simply stared, like he was waiting for you to explain. “They’ve been making fun of me because-” You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for rejection. “Because I told them that we’re just friends.”
“Friends?” He was frowning. Shit.
“Don’t worry. I’ll tell them to stop.” He took another step towards you, the distance between you now too close to remain entirely professional. “Rather inappropriate of them.”
“You think we’re just friends.”
“Do you not think so?”
He nodded. “I’m gonna have to disagree with you on this one.”
“Oh.” Your throat began to close up, and you suddenly wished you could look anywhere other than his dreamy brown eyes. “Okay.”
“You sound upset.”
“Well yeah.” Tears began to build at your waterline, and you squeezed your fist, willing yourself not to cry. No need for further embarrassment. “You just told me that we aren’t friends, Dr. Abbot. I think I’m allowed to be upset.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“What?” Your back was now against the storage closet shelves.
“I said we weren’t just friends.”
“I’m not following.” Your mind was on red alert, all of your senses running on overdrive as you tried to decipher what he was saying. There was no way in hell that he-
“What would you say if I-” His voice was just above a whisper, his breath intertwining with yours. “If I said that I want to be more?”
Your breath caught. “More than friends?”
He nodded, the very picture of patience as he waited for you to realize what he thought had been obvious all along.
“I-” Your eyes fell to his lips, stomach flipping at the mere thought of his lips on yours. “I would say that I agree.”
“Yeah?” His eyes twinkled as he looked you up and down. This was not real.
“Yeah.” Holy shit, was he about to-
“Good.” He stepped back, smiling brightly. “Glad we cleared that up.”
He started to walk away, something that confused you greatly. What the hell? “Hold on.” He stopped, turning back towards you. “You’re not gonna kiss me?” Your voice bordered on a whine. “After all of that, you’re just gonna walk away?”
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Obviously.” You raised an eyebrow, as if you were saying ‘what’s taking you so long.’ He immediately rose to the challenge, closing the space between you in two steps. His lips slammed against yours, groaning. You grinned, clutching his scrubs. His hands pawed at your hips, pulling you flush against him. “Jack-”
“Holy shit.” Your heart stopped as your eyes peaked over Jack’s shoulder at the foreign voice. There Ellis stood, her own eyes wide. “I fucking knew it.”
“Ellis-” Jack tried his best to sound stern. “Don’t-”
“You two just won me a bet.” She grinned, grabbed what she needed, and walked away. “Thank you!”
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