Where_Is_My_Mind
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Dennis’s eyes dropped, and he noticed his own shoes. They were covered in blood and left bright red streaks—which seemed so violent, so aggressive—on the white floor of the ED. It looked like a crime scene.
Just like the bathtub, where he had found the unconscious body of his best friend. Just like her wrists, which he had pressed down on with all his might, until his hands cramped, and then even harder, until the paramedics took over.
And even then, he didn’t remember letting go.OR
Trinity attempts suicide, Dennis suffers from acute stress response, and Robby looks after him.
Title inspired by the song "Tomorrow Is Today" by Billy Joel
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“You lied to me, you bitch. You set me up!”
“I’m a man, okay? I didn’t lie to you—” Dennis began weakly, his heart pounding.
He felt his head snap back, followed by a sharp pain shooting through the right side of his face. His legs give way beneath him.OR
Dennis is the victim of a hate crime on a night out, Trinity is a mess, and their two ER dads are there to pick up the pieces.
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- Part 3 of Just The Way You Are
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When Robby and Abbot are forced to attend a medical gala in Chicago, they never imagined that one of them would return to Pittsburgh with a black eye and some broken fingers.
Or : Robby loses it.
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- Part 3 of Better Together
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SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 2X10 !!!!
Robby responds with compassion to Samira's panic attack.
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I was so pissed I had to rewrite this scene and add some comfort to the hurt.
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“Santos, everything's fine. He's very tired, though. He's sleeping like a log in the car.”
There was an exhalation on the other end of the phone. A silence. She swallowed.
“I-I won't be back for a while."
“He can stay with us today. We have time and space. We're happy to help.”
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As planned, Robby picks Dennis up from the hospital after his top surgery. Dennis ends up at Jack and Robby's place, where they take care of him until Trinity's shift ends.
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- Part 2 of Just The Way You Are
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The trick to Jack Abbot's coffee was that there wasn't one, and Robby had learned it anyway.
At a quarter to six Robby was at the counter, hair still wet, scrub top inside-out, half-assembled for the day shift, when Jack wandered in. He had no business being awake—it was his night off—but years of working nights had worn the ordinary hours smooth in him, and he'd never quite managed to sleep through Robby's side of the bed going cold. So he got up, the way he always did the mornings he was home, to stand in the kitchen and see the man off. His coffee was waiting on the counter—black, scalding, two sugars he'd deny to his grave that he took. Robby had made it, the way Robby made it every morning Jack was home to drink it: the one with somewhere to be looking after the one without. Jack picked it up without breaking stride, the way you'd pick up your own hand. He didn't say thank you. Thank you was for strangers. He bumped his shoulder into Robby's on the way to the window and that was the whole sentence, subject and verb and object: you, here, this.
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The one where Robby finds out that Jack has been receiving mail addressed to his late wife and decides to do something about it.Bookmarked by Where_Is_My_Mind
03 Jul 2026
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Jack wasn’t going to let him finish this.
“I didn’t call,” he murmured into the air and the splish-splash of the water.
“You texted. That’s just as good, brother, kept your promise.”
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24 Jun 2026
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They had spaghetti for dinner—store-bought spaghetti with jarred sauce and the last of the parmesan out of the plastic shaker, Robby’s idea. It was quick and it was easy and there was plenty for both of them, and as Robby collected the dishes and rinsed them at the sink, Jack ruminated on how fucking delightful it was to be with someone who just wanted to eat spaghetti alongside him.
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15 Apr 2026
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Robby has spent years filing his feelings for Jack away under safer guises— friendship, companionship, collegial affection— because those nomenclatures demanded nothing of him, required no explanation, threatened no irreversible shift in the careful architecture of their relationship, both inside and out of the hospital.
The term he kept coming back to, though, was brother.
Bookmarked by Where_Is_My_Mind
22 Feb 2026
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Beautifuly written and so heartwarming and gentle. Loved every bit of it !
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This was not what Robby thought running with his husband would be like.
He’d pictured something… sexier. A sunrise jog along the riverside on a shared day off, maybe. Their hands brushing occasionally, Jack’s prosthetic catching the light, both of them panting in a way that was athletic but also a little suggestive. A post-run shower, steam fogging the mirror, Robby leaning into Jack’s shoulder as strong hands soaped down his back. Sweaty, sexy fun with his favorite person on the planet.
“Honey! Shoulders down, not up! Don’t watch your feet! Pick up the pace!”
Instead, he got this…
Bookmarked by Where_Is_My_Mind
27 Jan 2026
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You don't have the motivation to go for your long run ? You are dreading your 30 minutes tempo run ?
Read this. Put on your shoes.
And go get those miles !!